Rocky de Leon
FREER, Texas – Rocky, Stu, and Cindy lounged in the gym office watching Fast Five on the TV on the back wall. Stu was really using the movie as background noise to distract part of his brain while working on data processing for the upcoming battle royale.
Cindy took a sip of her bubble tea. At least, she called it bubble tea. It was very pink, and Rocky wasn’t sure there was anything in it but food coloring, sugar, and bubbles. “Ah don’t know what it is about these movies, but that Dominic Turretah… there’s somethin’ ’bout him. I don’t really find Vin Diesel himself sexy, but that character gives me shivers in good ways.”
“Torreto.” Stu said without looking up from his spreadsheet.
“Ain’t that what Ah said?” Cindy took another sip. “Turretah.”
“It’s not Turreto. It’s Torreto.” Stu continued typing.
“Really?” Cindy gave Stu a bit of side eye, which he did not perceive.
“Yes, ma’am.” typity typity type
“You sure his name ain’t Dominic Shut-up-and-fill-in-your-spreadsheet-so-I-can-ogle-him-in-peace-dammit?”
Stu’s typing paused for half a second. “…not completely sure, no.” Typity typity type.
“I thought not.”