Descendants Of The God

A group of people walked around the cave with backpacks hung on their backs, head torches, and long flashlights. The leader of the group, a man in his late forties, with a lean face, straight nose, and touches of grey hair stopped and all of them stopped. He turned to face them.

"Alright, people." His voice echoed in the cave, bouncing off the walls. "We have come to the cave of Altron. We all know what we are to do right? We will have to split, two people into a group. Find whatever you can."

"Yes, Mr. Fergus," the crew chorused.

"You have to choose your partner and do a great job." He gave them thumbs up and called on one of the men to go with him.

The other members dispersed in twos until it was left with a woman and a man. They faced each other and stared at themselves in silence. The woman twitched up her mouth, tapping her leg on the ground while looking at the man.

"I guess you are my partner then," she said in a quiet voice and turned her back on the guy and started walking away. "Let's get to work then."

The guy went after her immediately and place his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it away.

"Hey, what's the problem? You have been avoiding me since yesterday we got here," the guy said.

"We are working right now." She kept walking without looking back at him.

"Come on, babe, you know that's not the reason. This is not the first time we would be on this together. We worked but we still got along."

"Maybe, I just decided to stop mixing business with pleasure," the girl spat out the words with contempt, still walking fast.

The guy jogged to keep up with her. "If there is something I did wrong, why not talk to me about it and stop giving me this attitude? It's sickening."

She halted and turned to look at the guy, her hands fisted on her waist. "Attitude? Sickening? Well, I don't have anything to say to you until I am done with what I came here to do." She started moving again.

The guy went after her again and this time, he went to her front and stood, making her stop in her tracks. "Alright, babe, I'm sorry for saying those words, but can you talk to me?"

"Can we work, please? We are supposed to be looking for gems not arguing about who is avoiding who."

"You are my partner, both at work and out of work, so how are we supposed to work when you are being so grumpy?"

"I'm being grumpy?" She threw her hands in the air. "Of course, I have every right to be mad at you. I don't know why I keep letting you mess up with me."

There was a second's silence. "What are you talking about? What is this about?"

"I saw you at Jonas the other night..."

"Wait, you were stalking me?"

The girl sighed. "Here we go again. You know what? Forget about it, forget I even said anything about this." She started to leave but turned sharply to face him again, sticking out her forefinger and pointing it at his face. "Don't ever talk to me about this ever..."

"Come on, babe." He drew her gently toward him. "We can talk about this. I just asked you a question."