Zale made his way to Shattrath City. He had not seen Ginger for nearly a week since that incident and he wasn't too eager to see her himself. He was lost in thought on his way to the flight path when he hurt an inured squawk.
"That was my foot you jackhole!" came an angry voice behind him. He turned around to see who he just stepped on.
Ginger's eye shot wide when she realized it was Zale who had just trampled on her foot. She inwardly groaned. Cookie, the female Draenei Ginger had been talking to, leaned back to enjoy the show. These two were eternally at each other, and she was eager to see how much Ginger could annoy Zale in the next, oh she gave them five minutes.
"Ginger, I'm sorry..."
"Leave me alone Zale."
"Hey I wanted to..."
"Save it." Ginger put her hand up in his face. "I don't feel like dealing with you."
Cookie looked back and forth. She hated missing things; she obviously missed the bout of the century or something.
"No, I wanted to..."
"OH, HERE you are!" came a shrill voice from behind Zale. They both groaned. 'Not now Noin, please not now." Zale silently pleaded. The last thing he needed was for Noin to run Ginger off.
"Well, hello there little soft-head," Noin's sticky sweet voice purred. "How are YOU today?" he voice dripping in venom.
"Not..., in the mood..."
Cookie started wondering how much she could charge for tickets.
Noin realized Ginger's discomfort and proceeded to dive in for the kill. "So I take it..."
Zale held up a hand in Noin's face. "Could you not today? I really need to talk to Ginger priβ"
Ginger abruptly took flight and headed off. Zale cursed under his breath and took flight after her, leaving cookie and Noin to stare at each other. He hoped she wouldn't go to the flight master because he would never be able to guess where she went. He was relieved to notice she instead went for the ogres above Shattrath.
He was a bit behind her, but he wouldn't loose sight of her. Something drove him to her. He had to touch her again. He didn't know why. He found her infuriating. Hell, he thought she was crazy. She had proven more than a few times she was completely off her nut, and yet here he was, trying to talk to her. What he really wanted to say he did not know; he didn't even know why he was pursuing her. Did he want to apologize? Make fun of her? Try to do it again? He did not know.
Actually, he decided he wanted to kiss her again. If nothing happened, if it was just the shock of it, and the egging on, the attempt to innerve her, then he was in the clear, right?