Sarah stepped closer to the car cautiously. She scanned the car for any sign of what was happening. I stare at her, wondering if she can see me. She quickly gets in the car, looking afraid. I can't help but stare at her.
"Oh... It's you." She says, looking me up and down (which makes me blush).
"Y-yeah. Uh- How are you?" I look down at the floor, fidgeting with my shirt.
"Oh I'm- I'm good" She struggles to buckle her seatbelt and gets frustrated "Shit."
"Do you need help?" I ask, barely looking at her.
"No. I'm fine." She scolds me as she finishes buckling her seatbelt.
I think that Agent 354 felt the tension between us. Because after that episode, he said this.
"So... you guys want to listen to music?" He says that with a cheery tone.
Sarah shakes her head and sits there in silence. I stare at her more. She was messing around with her half-pink half-black wavy hair. Her eyeliner was so sharp it could cut me. She had 3 eyebrow slits at the arch of her eyebrow. Her dark brown almond shaped eyes and her fake eyelashes look at her phone, struggling to find a certain text. The light coming off her phone illuminated her dark brown skin, making her look like an absolute goddess.
"What the hell are you looking at?" She looked at me with an annoyed look.
"Oh I- Uh- I was just-" The car came to a stop.
We arrived at a small building that looked like a warehouse. I looked at the driver, wondering why we were there.
"Welcome!" Agent 354 shouted "My work name is Agent 354, but you guys can call me Pat."
Sarah scoffs.
"What kind of name is Pat?" She smiles, and that makes me smile.
"It- Its short for Patricia" Pat says, embarrassed.
We both start laughing until we cry, and we don't stop for 15 minutes until Patricia tells us to settle down.
"Ok I know it's funny but my parents thought I was a girl until I was born. They already picked out a name" he says, trying to make us stop.
Sarah keeps giggling and I smile. Suddenly I stop. This was the girl who tormented me for years because of one specific thing. Because I stole her favorite pen. I never understood why she was so mad until she told me why it was important to her.
"MY DAD GAVE THAT TO BE BEFORE HE DIED, OK?" I recall her shouting.
I shiver at the thought of what happened.
"Ok get out of the car" Pat says, unlocking the vehicle doors.
"Ok Patricia" Sarah says, still giggling.
Her smile makes me smile, and suddenly I'm ok again.
