“Anson!” I called irritably through his open window. He had slept late and hadn’t helped me carry vegetables from my fathers’ garden now we were late. Mayor Raydan like things being late. I looked around angrily for a stone to toss through the curtains but he stuck his head in time, I had just set down my basket and picked up a rock. His long black hair tumbled down as he rubbed his eyes.
“Did I over sleep?” He mumbled groggily and looked like he might tumble out the window. I put my hands firmly on his head
“Yes, now get dressed!” I said and gave him a push. He smiled and I laughed as he stuck his head back in.
Anson came out the front door a few minutes later fully dressed and carrying a small basket of his own.
“What’s that?” I asked skeptically, Anson was known for playing jokes, I hoped this wasn’t one while we where already so late.
“Beets for the Mayor, he loves them you know, maybe he’ll excuse the lateness.” He said lifting the black blanket off and letting me see the mixed basket of yellow and red beets. Why didn’t I think of that? I thought, mentally kicking myself, but I wouldn’t let Anson know that.
“Well we wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t over slept.” I snapped embarrassed that the forgetful Anson came up with a better idea than me the laughter from earlier already gone.
“Sorry” he mumbled blushing his copper and red toned skin grew darker as he blushed. Lately Anson had been blushing a lot, for no reason, and it triggered my own blush in response. I decided to change the topic by talking about clothing.
As of last March the Mayor issued a dress code, girls in white boys in black. It was the way they dressed in Terminal Two, and the Mayor wanted to avoid a war with their dictator, Guiles Magnill so he did all he could to make us blend in. I was sure Terminal One, us, couldn’t beat Terminal Two if Terminal three hadn’t been able to.
“So are you getting used to the dress codes?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“No, these black clothes are hot, I don’t understand how Terminal Two men deal with it, especially since they work mining gold all day.” He grimaced as if imaging working in the stifling heat in the clothes.
“Well it might be cooler in the caves.” I said quietly. He looked at me like I was insane then opened his mouth to start talking again but I shushed him as we arrived to the mansion in the middle of the Terminal.