Rora hissed at Albert who had just crashed behind the cafe bench right beside her. "Ouch! That fucking hurts, you jackass! What the hell are you doing? Did I not specifically tell you to use the dustbin?"
Albert responded without a shred of remorse. "Why in the world would I ever willingly dive into a filthy public trash can when you are comfortably hiding behind a perfectly clean bench? Besides, I would not even fit inside that thing. So why do you not do the honors yourself?"
She hissed again. "Fine. Suit yourself. But try not to get any closer because your armor is literally a cheese grater."
She held up her elbow and shoulder for evidence. "Look at what you have done to me. If these scratches do not leave my flawless skin, I am permanently tattooing your..."
Albert did not let her finish. His palm clamped over her mouth and his other hand shoved her head down. "Sshh. They will find us. Keep quiet."
