I never met someone this weird. He didn't get anything to write my name on, which he had written on his shirt and incorrectly spelled "Dashi" Is it imprudence, or he frankly doesn't figure it out? I don't think a grown-up man's handwriting is so childish. He didn't move or speak for five minutes when he faced me like he saw a ghost.
I hold half of my stuff. "How are we taking off from here " I asked him without representing myself, I didn't think he needed it.
Shifting a bit, he grabbed my other suitcase.
" Car," He said one word and walked to the parking lot.
I can still see my name on his back, which makes me mad. I followed him to the car and kept all my loads inside, he helped me keep them. We got completely soaked in the rain neither of us had anything to save us from the hefty raindrops.
He started driving, and I sat in the passenger seat still drenched. I was trembling in the coolness, the windows were yet open. He slowed down and handed over his handkerchief. I was amazed by his kindness, can I be warmed up by his small hanky?
"No thanks! I am good here " I refused him.
He stopped this time, leaned into the back seat, and closed my window.
"You'll get cold miss, If you don't mind can you name the place where I can drop you?" I didn't make eye communication with him, I just replied to him.
"Western Ave" I guess he gets it.
"Okay! To Western Ave" He whispered to himself.
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It's seven forty-five, and I have been later than I thought. After minutes phone rang, I checked on my cell but it wasn't mine. It's him, Did we have the exact ringtone?
"Yes, I got her. Secured but drenched, more than three kilometers to Western Ave. I'll call you later". He dropped his phone on the seat.
I thought it was Mia but why didn't she call me instead of of him? I look out neglecting. Then again the phone beeped.
He got a message. I skimmed his screen carefully, it was from someone named David.
If that's David then who is he?
"Are you, not David?" I inquired him, hoping he could introduce himself.
He turned straight right to the street and replied, " No, his friend". The only three phrases, I think he doesn't want conversation.
So I stopped inquiring about him. The whole travel was in hush. I was with my headphones on and he was busy driving.
The car stopped and he did too, I opened my eyes and saw the time it was going to be nine-thirty. He drove so much faster.
"You woke up?" He asked, yet without looking at me
I am curious about how I got to sleep. " When did we reach "
He answered" Sharp at nine " and he didn't wake me up.
"You were sleeping, so I thought not to disturb you," he said
I got out of the car and took out my backpack,
" Thanks for everything, " I said to him.
He drives back without any response. That's so rude of him, he dropped me off safely without any trouble. He can be a fair person. Why am I thinking about him? He is not so special.
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