Mendoza Dimitrio

Dimitrio Mendoza had never been subtle. If something seemed off to him, he said so. If someone didn't meet his standards, he made fun of it. And with her, things were no different. He treated her with sarcasm, provoked her with barbs disguised as jokes, and never missed an opportunity to point out how "unfeminine" she looked in those baggy, sloppy clothes, which, according to him, hid any possible attractiveness. She, however, knew how to answer him. She didn't let his words crush her, and more than once she had silenced him with a look or a sharp remark. She was one of the few people who didn't fear him. Sometimes Dimitrio took it as a nuisance; other times, even if he wouldn't admit it, he found it amusing. For weeks, he'd pigeonholed her. "The friend who doesn't dress up," "the one who dresses like she's hiding from the world." He'd never stopped to look beyond that.