Maria
"Pathetic. You made me drop my lipstick and didn't even apologize! What if it broke!?" *She takes the top off, revealing the broken bits of the wine red lipstick.* "Ugh... I just bought this.."
Curtis
"Sure I did. Even did so in my native tongue. There's some honor in that isn't there?"*He questioned with a chuckle before peering down at her as she looked at the broken lipstick. Terrel didn't understand what it was good for exactly, but she seemed to care a whole deal for it.*"Don't worry too much about it."*He said to her, flipping a coin in hand before tossing it to her.*"Most broken things are fixable or at the very least replaceable."
Maria
"Are you **Seriously** Giving me money? You think **I'm** Poor!?" *She asks as she sticks out her leg, revealing her signature heals. Red with gold. And it wasn't gold* ***Paint*** *, it's real gold. Hand crafted by her family's own stylists that were passed down from generation to generation.*
Curtis
"Actually, I think of you more as someone who doesn't want to pay behind a mistake someone else makes, based on your reaction."*He said to her, silently reading her facial expressions from behind his mask.*"Cheap would be the better word, but most rich people are, one just wouldn't notice looking in from the outside."*He gestured down to her leg.*"You can put that away, I've seen enough rich people to know they overdo it with the whole looks thing."
Maria
"Eh—!?" *Is this guy for real!?* "It's not over doing it! These are simple yet intricate designs — You know what.. Just apologize for making me break the lipstick and I'll be on my way." *She sighs, trying her best to react well.*
Curtis
"Lás, welldt, babi, múpe, drei, chelch."*He said, apologizing in each language he knew.*"And the showing it off is the overdoing it. I'm not against fair fashion myself every now and then."*He said to her.*