Vulgar language alert. Is this how she presented food to someone? Did she say ‘Have it your way, bitch!’ when she offered out Burger King? Was she suffering from Jesse Pinkman syndrome? He didn’t know, but she seemed energetic and full of curse words. Side-stepping away from her, Calvin was sure to make distance because she was probably a nutcase. “Did you mistake me for a bitch?” He asked once she revealed that she mistook him for another. “Also..” His words trailing off as he snatched the Skittles from her hand. “Do you kiss your parents with that mouth?” More questions leaving his mouth as he opened the package of Skittles and tossed one into his mouth, keeping a close eye on the female.
█▓▒░ —— ✎
Behavior suddenly doing a one hundred and eighty degree turn from what it had been when she had mistaken this person for her friend, rose painted her suddenly warm cheeks. Embarrassment clawed at her throat. Contrite umber irises flitted left and right, unable to meet the stranger’s gaze, lest what she found there would make her faint from embarrassment.
'E-Eh, I didn’t mistake you for a bitch, exactly. Just a friend of mine that I call that.’ Oh, great. Now she had revealed what her friends called her “darker side” to a stranger. Most people wouldn’t think of her when hearing the phrase p o t t y m o u t h, but her friends knew better. 'But you don’t look like a bitch! At least, you wouldn’t to a normal person.’ And she didn’t kiss her parents at all, but she figured that one was rhetorical.
