Chapter 38: Because fun is not outdated.

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Blayze

I felt uncomfortable in a way I'd never felt before. I took another glance at the brown leather bag that danced an inch close to my head, its owner quite reluctant about her possession. I looked around once more at an unfamiliar territory and a glance at the woman that sat beside me who presently stared outside the window of the bus.

Thinking back to the moment she optioned we commute by public transport, I hated myself for not countering that suggestion. Somehow, I'd imagined she meant a taxi or uber, not buses or trains. A brief smile decorated her face as she glanced my side once. I simply looked away, arms folded across my chest. This day will end soon.

"Move over." She ordered after a tap on my arm to get my attention.

"What?" I fell confused at what she meant but she'd already gotten up from her seat.

"Move." She ordered once more in a gesture towards her seat. This felt odd and rather out of place seeing as how the space between our seats and the ones in front was very little for passage. Regardless, I found myself shifting over to her seat and in a blink of an eye, she was on top of me, finding her way to where was once my seat.

Her act took me unaware that emotionally, I froze for a while and when everything was settled, I stole a glance at her and she did the same at almost the same time. Awkwardness hung in the air as we looked away from each other right about the same time. Suddenly, I felt a little hot and my thoughts went bizarre. I stared out the window to distract myself.

"Look at this. It looks pretty on me, right?" Her question forces my attention back on her away from the people around us.

I noticed an antique looking hairpin on her hair and a beaming smile on her face in anticipation of my reply.

"No." I replied looking away at the same time.

"I'll take that as a yes." My eyes were back on her at her reply. She was really adamant about letting anything or anyone ruining her mood.

I hated it here. Apparently, Caden believed dragging me along to a flea market was one of her greatest idea but I wasn't in the least bit fancying it here. I hated crowded and noisy places.

"It's your first time being in a market, right?" she queried as she looked through other items on display. I watched her but wasn't about to give her a reply.

She looked up to me. "I'll take your silence as a yes."

I rolled my eyes away from her.

"You know what Blayze, I bet you've never been anywhere except home and work. You haven't lived."

My eyes were back on her, meeting a pair of hers.

"I see you're done. Can we leave now?" I had to speak up, I was starting to feel uncomfortable and irritated.

A smile played on her face. "Give me your hand." She ordered with her hand stretched out for mine. I couldn't help the brief furrow that appeared between my brows.

"Why?"

"Give me your hand and you'll find out." She urged still wearing her smile and a hint of mischievousness wore in her eyes. I didn't want to give in but I did anyways.

Taking hold of my hand, she brought forth her other hand and only when she began fixing up what seemed to be a bracelet around my wrist did I realise what this was about. I looked up to meet her face.

"Now, you have something to remind you of the day you stepped out of your daily routine." Having said that, she looked up to meet my eyes.

For a short while, I saw her in a different light. A bit touched by her gesture but at the same time perplexed. I looked away.

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