Maybe in a Dream

Chapter 2

I stared for a moment before finally bringing myself to take a step towards this familiar face. I stood next to him in silence and to my surprise he looked up at me, moving one side of his headphones behind his ear. "So are you just going to stand there, I don't bite you know" he giggled. "Oh- I uh uhm" I stammered realizing that I hadn't even come up with something to say before approaching him. He laughed again and I couldn't help but look away out of embarrassment, "jeez I like to think I'm at least a bit approachable" he said looking back down at the old bus floors. His voice was so soft and calming, I could almost fall asleep to it. Honestly some part of me wished he wouldn't stop between his words and that he would just keep talking while I listened. After a moment I finally spoke up to break the silence, just before he was about to put his headphone back on his ear. "What are you listening to?" I asked to try and start some kind of conversation. "oh, it's just some white noise, honestly I've been standing here sleeping this whole time." He looked back up at me, and it make me blush a little, his doe eyes were looking right into mine and I couldn't help but feel flustered by it. "Sorry if I'm not the most talkative at the moment, I've been working and helping out at all types of places recently and haven't gotten much sleep" hearing him say that honestly made me feel a bit bad for him, but I was kind of in the same position myself. "Yeah, I get where you're coming from, I'm working a few jobs myself. I have to say they aren't jobs I would prefer but they're all I've got." "Oh no I uh....I don't mean to sound cocky or anything but...I only do these types of things for something to do, I actually am very wealthy." "I was wondering how you could've afforded those nice clothes", "It's really just the jacket I have work clothes underneath" he laughed as he unbuttoned the jacket to reveal the clothes underneath. The embroidery in the corner pocket read The Rush coffee and tea house. "You work there? I go there all the time to work on my laptop". "well, I just started working there so I may not have seen you just yet" "In that case I'll make sure to pay my daily visit then!" I shot him a smile as the bus came to a stop, as I started towards the doors, he stopped me. "Hey, what's your name?" His face looking dull but his eyes full of curiosity. "it's Eve" I turned my head a bit so he was in my view as he replied with a small smile, "Si" (S-eye). "Well, it was nice chatting with you Si, I hope to see you again in the near future" I forced another smile onto my face before exiting the bus trying to push down my feelings of guilt. I don't even understand why I was feeling guilty exactly, something about knowing his death and feeling useless to him could be a contributing factor. The bright light of my phone gleamed in my face forcing my eyes to squint, as I checked the time. Oh my god 12:35 am?? That bus ride seemed to take longer than usual. Not to mention I need to wake up early to get coffee at The Rush before work, no matter what I will not enter work without a cold iced coffee in my hand.

I practically sped walked all the way home, as soon as I set foot in my apartment, which is filled with decorations such as plants (fake of course), tapestries, blankets, pillows, useless but tasteful artworks, and basically anything else a maximalist would love. Personally, I found my apartment to be quite tasteful, some boring people may not agree with that statement but too bad for them. My mother would always say that my style was childish since I liked a lot of outdoorsy type things and plushies, but I always rebutted her words with "every decorates like this now" and "you just don't understand the style now". Of course, that may sound a bit harsh, but I honestly couldn't care less, she had always nit-picked my ideas and ways of looking at the world. Just as I was falling deeper and deeper into my thoughts it hit me, I had left my purse on the bus. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh no" I yelled franticly searching for it just to make sure I wasn't delusional and had actually brought it with me inside. With my luck I bet that Si guy didn't even notice I had left it, just great. Even though I was completely freaking out over the losing of my purse, I didn't exactly have the energy to deal with that stress at the moment, so I just put it off until the morning. Right now, all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to sleep, though I am usually a night owl tonight is just not the night.