The Impeccable Infinity

Chapter 10

We turned off the street next to the café and arrived at the town strip, and if I'm being honest, it was probably one of the cutest towns I've ever been in. Small shops lined the streets and brick sidewalks were placed along them, something I've never seen before.

Mute swerved the car to the side of the road and parallel parked, after multiple attempts may I add, and then turned off the engine.

He got out of the car and stood in front of a metal parking meter where our car was sat in front of, and began searching his pockets for loose change.

I got out of the car when I saw him begin to struggle, and stood next to him on the sidewalk, watching as he frantically pulled at the fabric of his pockets.

"Haley," he wined, looking over at me.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have any change for the parking meter, I only have a five dollar bill."

"Okay, then go into one of the shops and ask them for change for a five."

Mute looked at me as if I was crazy and leaned in, trying to cover our faces from everyone walking by us.

"I already told you," he said in a whisper, "I don't talk."

"Oh come-"

"Shhh," he hushed me loudly, putting a finger to his pursed lips.

"Come on Mute, you talk to me. It's basically the same thing, just imagine the person in the shop is me."

"It doesn't work that way," he protested, shaking his head and folding his arms over his chest. He's acting like a child and making a big deal out of nothing. It's not like he'll ever see these people again.

"Okay, fine. Give me the five and wait here."

His face relaxed and relief filled his eyes as he handed me the five dollar bill and leaned up against the car door to wait for me.

The closest shop to us was a small antique shop, which contained old teddy bears and dolls in the display case. It's cute, but also gives me an uncomfortable feeling.

I opened the door and walked in, a small bell chiming behind me. An older woman stood behind the rustic wooden counter, fixing the screws on one of the toy horses. As I got closer to her, she looked up with a smile plastered on her face.

"Well, hello dear. How can I help you today?" She asked, placing the toy horse and screwdriver down.

"Hello, do you any have change for a five?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Why, yes. What type of change do you need?"

"Uhh," I looked back at Mute standing outside. I waited for our eyes to meet so I could somehow ask him through facial expressions and gestures, but his gaze just stayed locked on the ground. He never told me what kind of change to ask for.

"Quarters, if that's okay?"

"Of course."

I handed her the five and she dug through her cash register, looking for quarters. It took awhile because she had to examine each and every one for some reason, and make sure they were diffidently quarters. How hard is it to determine wether it's a quarter or not?

I started to daydream as I watched her pick through the rows of change. The only thing I've been able to think about lately is Mute. I've tried to get over it, imagine something else, but his name or his face always pops back into my mind.

He's just the perfect person, almost too perfect. He's someone you wish would just show up at your doorstep, willing to whisk you away to a beautiful island or something, almost like a prince.