(NB: Omg, too much beauty in this picture, I can't even! O///O)

"Ah, finally, we've arrived, I thought I was going to dry up on the spot!

- You're exaggerating, Karen. At least you could have taken a bottle of water...

- AH?! BECAUSE IT IS MY FAULT, AGAIN??! "

"TCHHHING!"

Karl stopped the car in a spectacular jolt. The impact was such that it had made a huge hole in the windshield. Karen, the eyes wide with amazement, opened the door with force and rushed to see the damage. Only a few meters away, a golf ball was rolling, finishing in the ditch.

"What...", the man went out with his head in his hands. "Damn, you talk about holidays!"

They were soon stopped by two teenagers. One of them seemed quite tall and was running ahead, the other, less muscular, struggling to catch him up.

When they arrived to meet the couple, the first one looked desolate:

"Oh my God, I'm... Excuse him, he doesn't look where he's aiming at." Then, seeing the embarrassment of his interlocutors, he jumped up. "Oh, let me help you, I can pay you back, if you want, or well, uh...

"Do not talk about it," Karl said raising a hand in the air. It's not that serious. This car is an old banger and needed to be replaced. (He smiled.) I'm Karl, by the way, and here's my wife Karen. Nice to meet you !

- Oh ! Definitely, I miss at all my duties! Paul. And here is Peter.

"Hello," Peter shyly said, handing a gloved hand to the newcomers.

*****

Knock-Knock!

Neyla slowly opened her eyes, removing her earphones.

"Ney, Princess, wake up, we've arrived."

The girl stretched her legs numb by the trip and forced herself to smile at her father. She was about to get out of the car, when suddenly...

"WTF ??! What is that fuck again?" She went down looking at the others suspiciously.

"Neylaaaaa, let me introduce you to Peter and Paul, our neighbors, Annie's friends, you know, the seamstress! Incredible, uh? ^w^"At these words, the housewife turned to face her daughter. "Come on, do not be shy, they don't bite!" With what the two boys exchanged glances. Ah, if only she knew ~

"H-Hello," the smaller one tried.

"Hi," she said in a deliberately cold, unfriendly tone that unsettled the young man, and Neyla couldn't repress a grin of satisfaction seing him all stammering and flushed.

Once the presentations were made, Neyla undertook to unload her belongings. Karen put a hand on her shoulder (too nicely).

"Hey, Princess (she was not used to using that nickname, usually this was only Karl who did),  can you give that to the Loomis from me, your father and I will take care of the luggage! :)"

Neyla shrugged. The behavior of her mother did not surprise her at all: in front of people, the blonde showed a loving and caring mother facade, in total contradiction with her true self.

The teenager being more than familiar with hypocrisy, put on the cheek of the forty-year-old a feint kiss of tenderness. The woman then handed her a cake pan with a lemony scent that immediately invaded Neyla's nostrils. Then she leaned over and whispered in her daughter's ear, "Never do that again."

*****

EXT. - YARD- DAY

"Well, then, uh... do you plan to stay here for long?" Peter asked.

- Two days. But we never know. Maybe serial killers will come and take us hostage", she replied, letting out a nervous little sneer.

- That would be a pity... ", Paul smiled.

They kept walking in silence. As the discomfort became quite palpable, the blonde hastened to come up with something:

"Neyla, arn't you? You don't seem to get on well with your mother, did anything happened?"

Neyla forced herself to smile despite the strangeness of the situation. They had just met, and already the conversation deviated on the girl's private life... Neyla didn't like extroverted people (which was quite ironic given her own attitude in society). She rejected her ombré hair (NB: like that:)

back casually and continued on her way.

"Yeah... She hates me, but well, it's mutual!" (She turned, a little worried) Ugh... Do not repeat her that, huh? "

The two boys exchanged a meaningful glance again.

PAUL: "Uh, we're not going to bother you any longer. Give us the cake, we'll bring it back to Annie.

- Um... Okay, why not, she shrugged. I did not really want to go anyway." Whereupon, she gave Paul the pan and turned on her heels.

"Bye !

- Bye! "They exclaimed in unison.