Sunshine and Roses or Notttttt

Prisoner of Desire

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Hayden slipped her fingers into the pockets of her green jacket, and shivered as the wind tore through her dark hair. Quickening her pace, she rushed down the sidewalk until she spotted the beacon of the bus shelter at the end of the block.

Her tennis shoes scurried across the ground while she rushed towards it. Once she slipped inside, a triumphant breath escaped her. Settling down onto the bench, she turned to smile politely at the man who had made himself comfortable by sitting on it sideways at the other end.

"Cold night, huh?" he greeted her.

Shivering again in response, Hayden nodded. "If I knew it was going to get this windy out I would have worn a thicker jacket."

A slight smile tilted his lips upward. "You would freeze to death in no time wearing just that," he said motioning towards her apparel.

His hands were buried inside the pockets of his long, black, wool trench coat as he said it, and one half of the coat gaped open as he pointed at her without removing his hand.

Glancing down at her wrist watch, Hayden checked the time. It was three minutes past eleven. Only seven more minutes until the bus was due.

"I think I'll survive. Just a few more minutes until my chariot arrives," she said with another smile.

Her words made a chuckle escape him. "Your chariot. I like that."

Hayden tucked her dark hair behind her ear before glancing towards him. "It's my savior right now while my car is being fixed," she informed him.

Lifting his brows, he nodded. "What's wrong with it?" he wondered aloud.

"It needs a new transmission."

Tilting his head back for a moment, his response was quick. "Ah."

When he said nothing further, Hayden reached into the pocket of her jacket to pull out her cell phone. Glancing at the face of it, her brows furrowed before she shook her head, and placed it back into her pocket.

"Something wrong?" he asked her.

With another polite smile, she shook her head. "Nothing worth mentioning," she replied vaguely.

"Boyfriend problems?" he asked with a smirk.

Scrunching her nose, Hayden suppressed a laugh. "Not exactly."

"Ex boyfriend problems?" he inquired with a chuckle.

"Something like that," Hayden replied mysteriously.

Biting the side of his lip he nodded again. "Some people just don't know how to let go."

"We decided to stay friends," she admitted. "He's just being a little more friendly than I had hoped for."

"Been there," he returned companionably. "How long were you together?"

Hayden glanced towards the ceiling of the shelter as she gave it some thought. "About a year?" she finally answered. "Maybe a little less?"

"That sounds about right," he replied. "Takes about that long to get sick of someone when they're not the right person."

His response made her face crinkle with amusement. "That's kind of a harsh way of looking at things, but I suppose it's not that far from the truth."

Tilting his head to the side, he shrugged. "I'm a realist. I don't like to beat around the bush, or pretend."

"That's a good way to be," she said in response. "It just means that you're honest."