Radio Addict//h.s.

III

I sigh with content and relief when her voice finally soars through the silent car. A smile instantly tugs at my lips when she continues to blabber about something, but I don't really catch up on the topic because I am already too mesmerised in her voice to pay attention to anything else. Knowing it's rude to ignore someone, I continue listening to what she is saying.

"But you know, then I look to my right and in the middle of a London traffic, I spot the most beautiful face I have ever seen. He sat there in his sleek black A7, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he mouthed some words to a song I couldn't hear from his closed car."

Her words make me smile even wider because the way she speaks carelessly but so expressively on such a random topic, that it makes me think whether behind that mic she really is as random as she seems. And I honestly love it.

"I could always go on and on about his beauty and devilishly handsome looks but all I wanted was to give an example. Now, I want you to pick up your cell phones and bling me on my hot line."

I laugh hard at this and so does she and I have to stop laughing to listen to her laughter. Absolutely beautiful. How is that even possible for a single person to hold so much beauty in them?

"Right, so call me up and share your own experiences of having such an encounter. You see them but you don't approach them. You just..you just notice their presence but you don't say anything. Only appreciate them."

I frown at her words, trying to recall if something of that sort has ever happened to me.

"Call me up and let's fill this night with some more colours other than black and white. This is Paige Anderson coming to you with the best late night show in the city and here, is James Bay with Hold Back The River."

A week ago was that night.

I pull up at the parking lot of my house and I find myself calling the number she had recited moments ago as the line starts ringing. It keeps ringing. Disappointment takes over my features when she doesn't pick up but before I could hang up, she speaks.

"Hello! This is Paige Anderson and you're tuned into Late Night Long Talks. What's your name?" She speaks so cheerfully at the odd hours of this night that I do nothing but smile.

"I'm Harry. It's nice to talk to you."

"That's a pretty name Harry. A warrior, am I right?" She chuckles mentioning the meaning of my name.

"Absolutely, Paige."

"So," she speaks, "What has been your experience? Any unanswered, unapproached encounters with an unknown someone?"

I almost picture her leaning her elbows on the desk in front of her as her chin leans against her intertwined hands. I bite my lip and speak.

"The other night,"

"Mm-hmm."

"I was unable to sleep. But this neighbour of mine starts to sing softly and surprisingly that helps me sleep."

"But if it's your neighbour then you probably already know her, don't you?" She questions.

"No." I answer. "I've never seen her."

"Wow." She pauses. "It's quite ironical because never have I ever seen my neighbour either."

Both of us chuckle heartedly at each others words before she speaks up again.

"Thank you for tuning into my channel and sharing such a lovely experience Harry, I hope you're enjoying the show so far. Now tell me a song you wanna listen to."

I ponder over what I want to listen and then finally say the song that's been stuck in my head since a few days.

"You're Beautiful by James Blunt please." I smirk at the memory. It almost seems like a deja vu when she doesn't speak for a few seconds.

"Was this the song she sang that night, Harry?" She speaks ever so softly and I smile shyly.

"Certainly yes, Paige."