Three Perfect Days : A Before You Exit Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

"I'm gonna call a taxi," the girl said. They were finally out of the airport. The wide parking lot was placed in front of the building. Luxurious to cheap cars lined insignificantly among the place in repeating intervals. At the left side was the taxi lane.

"Taxi?" the guy asked, clueless. "What is that?

"Oh," the girl laughed. "Pardon me," she said, waving her hand. "Taxi is another name for cab, and that's how we are used to call it here."

"Oh, taxi," the guy said, nodding approvingly.

"Come on," she beckoned. "Follow me, pervert."

She heard him laughed, and she did silently. More like a relax smile. She then walked up to the lane.

The girl knocked at the door of one of the cabs. The driver rolled down the shield. He was old, maybe in mid-forties, but looked smug. At least, we'll be safe with this guy, she said to herself. Having a foreigner with her was like having a criminal magnet.

"SM Mall of Asia," the girl said through the open window.

"Hop in," the driver said, rolling up again the glass shield.

"Hey, pervy," the girl said. He was looking around the place and pulling off his jacket when he heard her. "Hop in."

"Oh, thanks."

The girl opened the door and climbed inside the car, then the boy followed.

The driver pulled the clutch and they started moving. The girl looked at the guy, wondering who he was, where he came from. Maybe it wasn't the best place to ask all those questions, so she just sat there, watching him fancy the spectacular view of the main city.

"What's that?" the guy asked, pointing at the glass shield of the car.

She looked up to have a good view of what was outside, and she saw him pointing toward the group of people in maroon shirts, walking barefooted along the perpendicular way they were driving at.

"They're walking for their petitions to the Black Nazarene," I answered.

"What is that Black Naza-what?" he asked.

She forgot again he was a foreigner, and that she needed to explain something mainstream again. "Black Nazarene is a statue of Jesus carrying a cross. It was once like the other statues in cream color. It once survived the burning of a sinking ship and was brought to an infamous church called Quiapo church. There, it once again survived a tragic earthquake. Since then, they entitled the statue as The Miraculous Black Nazarene, and it is believed to heal sickness and difficulties."

The guy didn't say a thing, and she saw him staring at her in a poker face. Suddenly, he shook his head and spoke.

"Wow!" he said. "That was unbelievable!"

She got confused. "What part of that was unbelievable?"

"Uh..." he trailed. "The part where... the Black Nazarene... uh.... He survived the burning ship and the earthquake! That's unbelievable, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Sort of," she replied. A smile was curling on her lips again. She felt something wrong, but she didn't mind it.

A few minutes later, she could finally see the huge name in blue and red lights of the Mall Of Asia.

"That's beautiful!" he said in awe. He was looking at the opposite side where the globe was placed. "See that?" he looked at her, and she saw that his glasses were off. They were now staring eye-to-eye. She couldn't help herself from pulling away. Why do his eyes affect me so badly?