1x1 with Maggy and Hazel #2

Ellie
I sigh, but flash him a small smile. "Thanks again, for joining me" I say.

Zach smiled slightly looking at her."Escaping the weltschmertz for a while,"he said.

Ellie
"That is German for..?" I asked.

Zach's smile turned into q smirk."A depression caused because the world as we imagined it in our head does not fit the world as it actually is."

Ellie
"I thought you would be happy. You have a good job and a great girlfriend." I say, looking at him.

"There are.. Hmm, how to put it, things I want that are unreasonable and far out of my reach."Zach shrugged and slouched a bit in his seat.

Ellie
"like what?" I asked, watching him.

"Well now, if I told you I'd have to kill you,"Zach smiled faintly.

Ellie
"Ah, going all spy-like now? So your a musical German smartarse spy?" I asked, smiling.

"Ah, but I am not German. If anything I am Latin."Zach laughed a bit.

Ellie
"You know what I mean." I say, smiling.

"But still. Germany smartarse- reminds me of Hitler."Zach said.

Ellie
"Hitler had many mental disorders, one drug he took to help him was cannabis" I say, "Though, I think you would make a good Hitler. With your discrimination against people who believe in Santa Claus."

"Who says I don't have mental disorders?"Zach muttered."I most certainly do not!"He complained.

Ellie
"You do. You call them insane" I say, smiling.

"But they are,"Zach huffed, his voice reminding of a child's voice.

Ellie
I crossed my arms, but still smiling "You just called thousands of young, poor, innocent children insane. Meanie"

"Kids."Zach shivered."How can people even call them cute. I swear I'll never have kids."

Ellie
"And yet you teach them" I say, shaking my head.

"Well, those are teens. Nobody calls them cute."Zach shrugged.

Ellie
"Apart from teenagers calling other teenagers cute, that is true" I said.

"Ugh. I shouldn't be working with kids,"Zach conplained.

Ellie
"Mhm" I hummed.
(blocked ;-; )

Zach's phone notified him of a text minutes after."Oh great."

Ellie
I glanced over at him "What?" I asked, slightly concerned.