The bad-tempered muse

Chapter 5: you'll see my logic

Chapter 5: you'll see my logic

"I really misplace my words whenever I need them, and I totally forgot to tell him that I have five million followers not five followers.", Claire says to herself after she was dropped off in her driveway.

As expected, he lives in the same neighborhood as hers.

Unsurprisingly, because it's the only real estate village in Centreville City that offers a high level of security ensuring utmost privacy for the estate owners.

Martin seemed to value his privacy so much that taking a picture of him makes him cautious.

"But, why don't I ever see him here once?"

It's strange how the neighborhood only has 50 mansions at most, although the neighborhood was a few hundred hectares or less, she's been there for a little over a year, but she never saw his car parked in any of the houses' garages or driveways.

"Shall I jog this weekend? I think I need to stretch my legs more."

"Fine,"

"But, I have a question and you need to answer me honestly, or else I would know."

Martin took a bite on his burger before he looked at her.

"Can't we eat first and do that later?"

"Okay, fine,", she reluctantly agreed and proceeded to eat her food. 

However, when Martin was in the middle of enjoying his food, she softly--almost very carefully-- asks him again.

"You probably live in Casablanca State Village, right?"

"Uhm, yeah, just a little over a year since I moved out of my parents' house.", Martin absentmindedly answered in a beat.

Got'ya! 

Just how hungry can a person get that they focus their sole attention on eating their food? 

Martin might have noticed only after he finished his two vegetable burger patties.

"What did you do?"

She happily sips on her strawberry frappe and looks away from him.

She can't even let out a whistle because of how she's trying to stop her smile.

"Nothing, I'm just excited to post the picture I took earlier."

Martin found it fishy, especially since she's unusually being quiet.

Besides, he didn't completely give her permission to post a picture with him in it, right? 

"So, where do you live?"

"Didn't you say you're not going to ask again?"

"Then, can you drive me home?"

"If I will, will you not disturb me again?"

"I think cab drivers are still driving at 7 p.m."

"Do you know how dangerous going home alone is? Where do you live anyway?"

Now that he mentioned it himself, he remembers that Claire's in the scholarship program in the school, she's probably living in some middle-class village --not that he's criticizing her or something; he didn't know any other villages in the Centreville City, aside from his own. 

"Me? In Casablanca State Village, it's just a couple miles away from here."

Martin didn't know how to react to that until he recalled himself telling her where he lives.

Stupid! How can you just tell her like that and you even explain?

What trick did she use on him?

"I know where that village is, Claire."

He can only act like it didn't matter to him whether or not she knew. Otherwise, she might make a big deal out of it--he can tell knowing how she was with him so far. 

He likes his privacy, he doesn't like others knowing where he lives, so he told himself off in his mind; he can only blame himself.

"Are you a celebrity or something? Because if so, forget about posting any picture with me in it on any of your social media accounts. I wouldn't feel safe even after you blurred my face."

"Pssh, don't be dramatic, I'm not some famous celebrity."

Then, is she some wealthy family's daughter?

"You're in full- scholarship program, but you're living in a high-end village. Where's the logic in that?"

Claire glares at him--while she bites the straw of her strawberry frappe and points her finger at him--and replies saying, "I can afford to be a scholar, so why not? Do you know how expensive our tuition fee is? Yes, just remember the digits and you'll see my logic. Don't ever question my logic.".

"Our tuition fee is likely as expensive as your electric and water bill. Why live in an expensive house when you can live simply."

"Exactly! Instead of paying my tuition, the money will go to my bills! I bet I have the same reasons as you have, okay?"

Martin thought not, whatever her reason is, it's nothing similar to his.

After eating, they proceed to his car.

Martin opened the car door for her this time. 

"I'm so full, I think my stomach will burst at any moment."

The end of Martin's lips twitched downward.

He revved up his engine. They slowly exit the parking lot to the road.

She started humming as she looks outside the window.

"You just finished a table full of foods, I'm surprised your stomach has yet to burst.", He said to her after he drove the car to the road.

They're more likely to spend 15 minutes up considering the slight traffic ahead of them.

"I did not finish a table full of foods!"

Martin was startled with her sudden turn and glare.

What did he do?

"Did you see me finishing all those foods?!"

Was what he said a big deal for her?

"No, but--"

Yes, actually, you did!

"No 'buts'! I ate my piece, that's what I did. Now, take us home, I think I need a beauty sleep tonight-- geez!-- I feel so stressed these days."

What the f*ck?! -- Martin's thoughts were conflicting.

He didn't know whether to laugh or throw her out of his car.

She starts an argument fast and turn the argument just as fast.

Her 'piece' is a table full. His foods were not spared, she ate-- no, more like, she devoured-- all the meals.

Don't even get him started with stress.

"Which wing is your house?"

"Uh, what wing?"

"I think I forgot, but the house number is 0023.", Then she looks away from him to the window.

He looks at her hopelessly.

She's really one to forget her things, isn't she?

"Can you ask someone at home which wing your house is?"

"I live alone."

So, they are the same then? The two of them recently move out from their parents' houses?--Martin supposed she recently just moved out. 

"Nevermind, I'll call the security."

"Okay,"