Him? I-uh…maybe. I don’t remember. I think the guy I was fawning over was someone that worked at the film store? This one is different. Someone else, obviously. We met a few weeks ago, actually.
Anyways, back to you. You most certainly don’t look like a drag or queen.
Yeah, we aren’t changing the subject that easily, Frankie. I don’t remember where he worked, but I do think you said something about him being a virgin. But good to see you out and about instead of on reddit.
And yeah, I know I don’t. I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he felt the need to let me know what he thought— not to mention the fact that it’s a holiday. Who does that? Seriously.
The museum was buzzing with the pleasant sound of children giggling and talking. The small group of boys and girls, most of them aged eight to ten, were led back to the Welcome Center on the first floor by their tour guide for the day. The University of Maryland was in some kind of a fellowship thing with the National Air and Space Museum, which was why Enzo was standing in front of bright, curious eyes staring up at his tall figure.
He had been rather reluctant when the department head had first brought the subject up, saying that the museum was looking for someone relatable and a bit younger. Aerospace engineering wasn’t directly related to his field, for one. But Enzo was glad he’d taken the job. He would never not be amazed by the children’s insight, innocence and curiosity. This was a nice break from the university where thousands of world-weary students roamed, their initial wonder stripped away by grades and numbers.
The parents and guardians were filing in through the main entrance, some of them already inside. Enzo glanced at his watch. Four o’clock. “Okay, guys. It’s time to wrap this up,” he began, the usual thanks, goodbyes and announcements for future tours leaving his lips. The scientist watched the kids get picked up, smiling when some of them came over and said goodbye. Minutes later, the lobby was mostly empty save for a couple of parents and their kids hanging about.
A small hand tugged at his black jeans, making him flinch in surprise. He looked down.
"Hello," he offered awkwardly at the blonde girl. "You’re Madison, right?"
The museum was far better than her school’s daycare, that was certain, much more interesting too. As Madison bounced after her tour group, she whispered a grateful little prayer that her father had picked her up after class instead of leaving her at that dreadful place. The youngster’s wide blue eyes took in all of the exhibits, and she tried her best to pay attention to her guide’s instructions but she couldn’t help but wrinkle her at the severe lack of the greatest space hero of all time. Perhaps they were waiting to show it off as a grand finale? Madison waited eagerly for it but the end came and the tour guide never once mentioned Sailor Moon. She frowned, her shoulders sagging down in disappointment. Maybe he forgot? Maybe there hadn’t been enough time? The little blonde approached him, ready to ask him a flurry of questions on her favorite heroine.
“Maddy!” The sound of her father’s voice calling her name had her twirling around in surprise. The little girl spotted him, freshly off work still dressed in his service khaki uniform, his cap tucked under his arm as he greeted her with a wide smile. Madison worried her lip, she wanted to greet her father properly but she knew if she ran up to hug him, her guide might disappear on her and she really needed to ask the guide her. She huffed out in frustration, holding out her hand, fingers spread wide for her father to see. Five more minutes! She mouthed, ignoring the frustrated look that passed over daddy’s face as she turned back around and tugged on the towering man’s jeans.
She took a step back as he turned; a bright excited grin spreading across the little girl’s face as the confused gentleman correctly remembered her name. “Yeah! That’s me!” She clutched her hands together, bouncing on her toes as she nodded appreciatively. “But everybody calls me Maddy!” Her voice was sweet, bubbly and pitching upwards on her vowels—especially on her y’s. The blonde licked her lips as she thought of which question to ask first, she had so many of them. “I… was just wondering— did the little robot thingies find the castles yet?” She made a clawing movement at the mention of the rovers that resembled a T-Rex more than it did a robot.
“Oh! And how does Luna fly into space without a ship thingy? I know it’s the silver crystal but how.” She paused, glancing back at the sound of her father’s dress shoes clicking against the floor, the man not three meters away, his brows rising up in amusement at the scene before him. Madison grinned at him, letting out a small hee in amusement at her father’s face as he grinned back at before turning back to her guide. Robert’s brows pinched together, his grin morphing into a confused smile as he too turned his attention to the man Maddy seemed to be so interested in. “I mean, if she can do it why not just ask them how and get up there that way? And if we can send out robots, why can’t we send out special ones to stop the bad guys coming in the first place? Then there’s the—”
Reaching his daughter, Robert placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, his brows climbing his forehead again as her head turned to meet his gaze. “Maddy, sweetie, one question at a time. I’m pretty sure you’ve lost the poor guy.” The little girl gave him a pout, letting her hands fall to her sides as she let out a frustrated groan. Smile still firmly in place, Robert turned to face the other man, shrugging slightly at his daughter’s onslaught. “Sorry about that, she gets a little too excited at times and tends to go on a tangent.”