"Aaand the fact that you're older means what exactly?" Elisa rolled her eyes at him. He was in a grouchy mood. One would think he'd be happier considering he'd gotten laid. She'd hate to see him when he was hard up for action. PMS much?
Elisabetta gave a nod to the stranger. "It's Elisabetta," she clarified. Not that she minded being called Lolita. The nickname fit her well. She sized up the man, thinking he looked kinda.. gross. Elisabetta wasn't a fan of dreadlocks. They seemed so dirty to her. She wasn't feeling the vibe at all. She preferred guys like Jeremiah who were stylish and impeccably groomed, though she wasn't above slumming sometimes with a rugged working man.