The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Chapter XXXIII

The waves crashed towards the end of the horizon. The sun barely shined gold as it began to reach for the bay from the clouds. The trees stood between them and the road that it filled with their golden leaves.

Aquila stared at the scenery as he drove behind his tinted windows. His eyes seem to be calm underneath his lightly furrowed brows. He landed a glimpse to the rearview mirror, observing the distance of another car following his.

The glass-like phone began vibrating between the clutch of the stand attached on the black velvet surface of his dashboard.

His eyes quickly read the name written on its transparent screen. "Answer," his calm voice commanded through its light roughness.

There was a flat line on the screen. "Hey buddy," Fritz' disembodied voice spoke out with a soft tone, making the line shake its low ripples on the middle as he said.

"What?" he said.

"The bay looks pretty."

"Should I care?" his voice became a bit testy as he said.

Fritz chuckled through the phone, "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

He stared quietly into his windshield, thinking if he should lenghten the conversation or not, "Nothing."

"I doubt it, I'd probably be nervous if I was you."

"But you're not me, nor I you," he said as his voice grew calmer, "Can't we talk about something else before we get further into that?"

"Oh," he said quietly, "Something else like what?"

His eyes turned to the phone, "Harmonia, perhaps?"

"Well, she's really adventurous and carefree," he said happily, "But she's really smart and perceptive."

The edge of his mouth slightly curled, "How about her dreams? Has she told you anything?"

"Of course she has!" he chuckled heavily after he answered. "She's pretty undecided."

"I don't think that's counted in the 'of course she has' statement."

"I guess," he answered, "But she said she wants to travel for a whole year once she graduates high school, you know, to help her decide."

He smiled to what he heard, "That's quite good to hear, and too familiar, but its a bit worrying."

"Nah, she's pretty much good in almost everything to be honest," he said with confidence bolting through the tone of his voice. "She's going to do a lot of great things, just like her mom and dad."

He took a deep breath as the ends of his mouth crinkled with happiness. "Has she found out yet?"

"Not yet, but she's going to start wondering where she got the green eyes and the caramel hair," he answered as his words became more quiet, "Like what I said, she's really smart, even if she's just 11."

"Just like his dad," he added to his statement calmly.

"She's pretty cool too, like her mother."

He chuckled lightly as his eyes saw a church a church with curvy architecture with its doors facing the bay. "We're here," he said as he drove towards the side of the road. He locked the screen of the phone with a swipe as he pulled up the doors of his vehicle.

The heel of his smooth black leather shoes tapped as it lightly touched the surface of the sidewalk. Its buckle reflected the orange sunlight. The black end of his fit slacks barely swayed after it went out of the car. The sleeves of his black button-up shirt gently peeked as his hands had the buttons of his black coat locked halfway his silverish gray tie as he went to the side of his vehicle.