In Addition

Chapter

It started in the pouring rain. Thinking I would make it home in time, I stopped at the store after work. The lines kept me back tracked for far longer than anticipated, which is always pleasant. My calculating as far as time went led me to a bench, two weighed, down grocer - bagged arms, and a sopping wet 'please shoot me' face. After two minutes of self pity, I got up and attempted to hail a taxi.

Each one prominently ignored my flailing attempts and the wet bags near. My efforts in vain, the hike to my flat became a primary objective. That caused even more self pity and stress on my joints then expected. I would wait for a bus, but that would take longer than I'd like to sit around and entertain myself for. Entertaining me now was an issue as well. Eventually, everyone was a target for criticism.

And my type of critiquing was not cheap or fake either.

I went all out.

A woman wearing heels in this weather? Obviously doesn't know of the forecast or common sense. Even without the weather those heels would be a poor choice.

A middle aged man jogging? Stop trying to get your highschool years back. You're wife is most likely cheating on you already. That is if you even have a wife.

How about a young man with blond hair slowly pulling up beside me? Obviously a serial killer or possible rapist.

"Can I give ya a ride?"

I looked at him, stepped to the car closer, and saw that he seemed familiar. Not the familiar where it's personal though. More like secondhand. Maybe pictures or magazines. This man was vogue worthy, if it weren't for the 'ya'. Maybe he was that hot convict hiding his tats and with hair grown out? Either way; convict, celebrity, serial killer, or not, I was getting in that car before another sparky remark could knock on my cranial lobes.

Neither of us were interested in speaking first, so I took out my phone. Apparently, my internet friend Marquise was online and had seen my message I sent to her over thirty five minutes ago. Presumptions could only be made on why she was avoiding me. Maybe I harassed an OTP of her's again, or 'accidentally' made a claim on another face for some bull crap roleplay she would've forced me into. Not that we didn't share similar fandoms, or that I didn't like roleplaying, it was just that I didn't like being social.

Which is yet another reason this car ride was so hard.

The man next to me kept making nervous, shy glances at me out of the corner of his eyes, I noted. Certainly suspicious, but then again, I'm a stranger in his car. If anyone's suspicious, it might just be me. Actually, I fit the villain role quite well, as you can tell.

"Keep driving straight please, and then turn on East Gweniverre. The flat I live in is inside the third building on the right. Also, thanks for not killing me yet." I said blatantly, not looking up from my phone or changing my expression. He chuckled slightly, and then continued to watch the road and I on occasion. This was... progress. At least we now know he can laugh, right folks?

"So... um... my name's Stellan. Stellan Lazarus. I can tell you're busy but, well, I thought introductions might be appropriate."

"Nice. You're name basically means calm death."

"Y-yeah. So what's your name, if I can ask?"

"It's nonya. As in None of your business. Now please leave me to the current matter. Thanks."

Okay. Maybe that time I was a tad bit too harsh. Maybe I should try to clarify that I'm not always a jerk.

"Sorry. Sometimes I can't catch a hint. I won't bother you anymore, but if you want to talk then I'm willing to listen."