Dress Pants

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The wind swirled around me as a bike passes by. I sit down on the bench, waiting for the metro to drop by.

My eyes fell on the people fluidly walking to their destinations. I can't help but wonder what is going on in their brains. You see one thing on the outside, but it could be a whole different world on the inside.

I wonder what they look like on the outside. The person in my dream. Do they even exist? Their emotions are so vivid that they have to be real. Real emotions are caused by real reasons.

Maybe they are someone living across the ocean in America, South America, or even Canada. It wouldn't be shocking since it doesn't take a language to experience the other's emotions.

I sigh and unfold my hands from resting on my legs. My hand lingers on the dress pants that I was wearing. It was a royal blue dress pants to accompany a nice white button-up. It is definitely not a color I would wear usually.

The metro bus arrived just as I checked my watch. I pushed myself upwards and made my way onto the bus, and scanned in. I spotted a chair to sit down and relaxed there waiting for my stop.

It was the first day of my job. The interview I had went well before, thankfully. I might be a little overdressed, but I couldn't help it. Dressing up like this helps me lift my mood.

The last job I had drained me so much that I never thought I'd find another job. However, this job really popped out of nowhere.

The metro stopped again, and a pregnant woman on the phone walked on. After looking around, I pulled myself upwards and gave up my seat. Her face immediately softened and sat down with relief.

I wonder if her color would be the same sky blue as the person in my dream.

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