The Lasting Days Of Samantha Piper

7- Strangers

SAMANTHA's P.O.V.

I can give you valid reasons why not to be at the same place where Samantha Piper was at that time.

First, it's already summer with all the things that comes into the summer package like frying temperature that follows you wherever you go. That kind of heat that can allow you to cook fried eggs on the roof of your car, well, that is if you have a car. This story is not meant to discriminate those people with no cars or whatsoever, but that's beside the point, really.

With this kind of heat, everyone just wants to strip their clothes off, and that's not even because they're drunk or horny. It's understandable though, any additional piece of clothing will make you feel like a polar bear which entered the closet of Narnia which malfunctioned due to extreme heat, bringing him in Sahara desert instead, and so, just one step away from the closet then you're dead.

Thin clothes, or the comfortable wears, can also be considered out of the choices because your sweat glands will be so active, causing your clothes to be almost transparent, which will make the effort of wearing clothes pretty much useless. Nevertheless, for heaven's sake, just wear some clothes because no matter how cute those smileys that covers those censored parts in the TV, it is a universal fact that they don't exist in real life.Live with it.

Aside from the heat, time check, it was already twelve o'clock, meaning lunchtime. And unless you have a very good housewife, a great mother, or just anyone who can cook, you will be surely one of those people rushing to get into the food establishment nearest to the place wherever they were before the lunch break. People and cars were filling Samantha's line of sight and it wasn't for a car show, though traffic nowadays can now be considered as 'The Modern Car Show'.

Sad thing, people, cars, traffic and extreme heat, wasn't really a good combination.

In Samantha's eyes were people of different ages driving cars though they might as well sail a ship because they can put a sailor in a blush with way they cuss, as if their anger will scare the vehicles they were riding in and so it will just suddenly turn into Optimus Prime and beat the other cars into pulp like a sardine can, not that I think that a sardine can could be beaten into pulp, but who knows with him?Or something that flies. And as much that would look cool, Samantha just rolled her eyes in the immaturity of people.

Also, it didn't really help that, on that day, she wasn't really having the best time of her life.

Samantha Piper can be found sitting at the bench under the biggest tree the busy plaza could offer. That certain area was the safest place away from the sun's glare and summer's sickly heavy humidity that sticks on your skin like melted caramel. I just hope that whoever reads this story wasn't having any caramel something, especially the melted ones. I just have to use the simile, sorry if it grossed you out.

And speaking of caramel...

"Caramel ice cream for the beautiful lady under theoak tree; selfishly taking every inch of the bench for herself."

Samantha gave him a lopsided grin, "Was that you trying to flirt with me?" she said in such tone that was meant to emphasize how mean she was supposed to sound, but the obvious playfulness in her eyes totally erased all the possibility of someone being offended.

Trevor chuckled, "Did it work?"

"Will you take the ice cream away from me if I said that it didn't?"

"Nope."

"Then to be honest, you really suck. What the heck was that?" Samantha pointed at the cute puppy walking across them with its beautiful owner, "See? That puppy has better chance of getting a girlfriend than you."