A Short Story - The Eyes Reflected in the Re-View Mirror

He muttered a curse as he exhaled; not making much effort to hide it. The two eyes watched him through the re-view mirror.

"Is there a problem." The young adult in the back asked, gentle, but with a firmness.

The driver turned to look back at the woman, catching a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye. "Yeah. Didn't really want to go Liverpool tonight." He grumbled.

She said nothing. Just watched. Twisting back around, the driver, Joel, grumbled words under his breath. His eyes darted for the last time to the sun visor and the photo of two women attached to the visor bored before closing it. With movement from the front of the vehicle, a few clicks from the clutches, rain drops tapping harder against the rectangular tin as the car gained speed from none to twenty.

The young woman's eyes switched to look out of her side window. Joel's darted to his re-view mirror. 'Teenager', he thought, tapping his index finger against the wheel. 'Fancy dress with a lot of cleavage. Must be a graduate.'

The time read fourteen minutes to twelve.

The radio seemed awfully tempting. 'Some more rap music would be 'hipping.'' Joel turned the radio nob once again after less than one minute passed.

The time read quarter to twelve.

The radio screeched. "Dam." Joel cursed, the scratching hurting his oh so sensitive ears. Slamming his hand against the radio out of anger, the tuner knob hurt his hand. "Argh! Stupid piece of shit!" He moaned, switching off the radio.

The time read sixteen minutes to twelve.

He didn't care if his passenger was offended by swearing. He'd had nice old grannies sat besides him offering him cakes and baked goods, but he still swore in front of them.

Joel's eyes darted to the re-view mirror. She didn't even look to see what he was doing. She was in another world it seemed, just sat still, glancing out the window.

Eighteen minutes to twelve.

They'd stopped at a red light. His huffing and the drumming of his fingers against the stirring wheel weren't holding his attention.

He looked back to the re-view mirror. The girl was soaked. A single droplet rolled down from her hair onto her chest, ever so slowly slipping future south and in between her cleavage. 'She must have been a cup C at least-'

A Honk sounded from behind, making Joel jump in startle.

"Alright already." He yelled.

He changed his gears again, forgetting to signal and almost having the car behind him ram into him. "COME ON! What the hell are you doing?" He yelled out the window, that he was now frustratingly rolling down. As he focused on making his left turn at the four ways, he yelled out his window at the red BMW "Stupid cunt!"

Joel could feel the eyes of present drivers on him. But he couldn't feel her eyes. He looked through the corner of his eye once again to see her still staring at nothing.

The next few more minutes that passed proceeded of silence and tapping. They were now on the motor way. His finger tap, tap, tap, tapping, attempting to catch the beat in his head. He was too rallied up for this. Not even the crisp night air or little splatters of icy rain drops upon his wrinkled old face were cooling his impatience.

He glimpsed once again in his re-view mirror. His eyes dropping down south again. He couldn't look at her. He wanted to, but couldn't. He had to wondered how the girl wasn't shivering. But he didn't want to. He had to question her location of appearing from the middle of nowhere even close to the town's local University.