Strings Attached (On-going)

30. A TALK

So Dave had left me in the middle of the street after unsuccessful attempts to get me back into the car.

I needed a distraction, help actually. I thought of calling Beth, but I just remembered she had talked about a wedding. That, my former neighbor's son, Darren was getting married to the college snub of our time. Beth and Darren were close, almost dated even, but they never got the chance to, probably because Darren's parents were too religious for Beth's liking. One time she had gone to visit him and all they could welcome her with was preaching against her appearance, being her piercings and clothes.

Jewish culture though!!

And so what we all queried about, how come Darren was now marrying Annie, that girl had much more piercings and wore skimpier clothes than Beth.... But anyway, she was happy with Jordan now, what's there to wonder about?

And since Darren was still her friend, she couldn't but grace his biggest day. She was probably popping champagne happily or Sharing guest table with an annoying bitch who couldn't seem to either stop checking out her face, biting her nails or worst of all, stop talking.

Either way, it's a wedding, she should be happy. So I decided not to disturb her. Instead, I called Dr.Tonia, and being Dr.Tonia, she picked on half ring. "Hey, Lisa, been a minute, you good?"

"Not really, I would be when I get to know the name of the street I'm standing on right now"

"You're lost? how come? "

"Uhh... Don't worry, we'll talk after I've maneuvered my way to your office"

"It's Saturday, Lisa, I'm home, and you don't know my house"

" Give me your address, I'll let the Uber driver know"

So she texted me her address while I ordered an Uber.

The Uber summoned itself on the street few minutes later. I thanked God I had finally escaped this lonely street and whatever would have come for me if I'd been there longer, I mean not a single soul passed by for all the twenty something minutes I was there.

"Hi" the driver greeted

I smiled in return, silently. "I've been to these parts just a few times....such a quiet place..", he said

"Yeah, I figured... haven't ever been here"

"oh, you need some water?"

" Oh, no, but thanks"

" Toffee or gum?"

" I'm very good, thank you", I smiled at him.

I don't have a problem with piercings and tattoos, but this driver had too much of both. He had some short wild locs, with rings and beads. My eyes travelled slowly to his arms, down to his wrists, which were covered in bracelets and he had rings, at least on three fingers of each hand, two with skeleton heads. Then I noticed the black nail polish, which topped up his gloomy dark and gothic appearance. He wore a very decent shirt, arms folded up neatly, he was hairy, very hairy........

"Can't stop checking me out?.... I know, I always look fire"

Huh???

" I wasn't"

" Says the lady who has been has been counting my rings and even tattoos"

My heart jumped, could he read minds?

I just remained quiet and looked out the window.

Such a creep.

We moved smoothly and quietly while he played some punk, a genre of music I really didn't like. "With all due respect, Could you play some Alicia keys?.... Or something, anything but what is invading my ears right now", I rolled my eyes