Taxi (Short Story)

Chapter 2

He was told to wait. Wait for an person who was a 'compulsive liar', a 'selfish bitch' and a 'heartless person'. According to her mother. Her grandmother, on the other hand, had a different view on her granddaughter.

"She's a troubled child, Riccardo. She was a sweet, kind, sensitive soul. But something happened. Overtime, she changed. It all started after her father left. She became closed off from everyone, even her sister and I. She developed a cold exterior and ended up getting in trouble a lot if the time. I know she's still my sensitive granddaughter; on the inside. She just has this bitter exterior. When you meet her, don't judge her too harshly."

Riccardo loved this old woman. She was never rude or sour. It was people like May that made working other old age pensioners worth the money.

May's daughter-in-law had paid for Riccardo to look after her, even though she didn't need help. She was as fit a fiddle- until recently. Riccardo and May often sat and talked about anything and everything. Mainly about her though. He loved listening to stories about her childhood and her family. He knew May had had only one son, who had two daughters, who abandoned his girls and wife. May disproved of what her son did, but still kept in contact since he was her only blood relative left. He's been living in Thailand for the past five years now, teaching English in a local school. Andrea - May's daughter-in-law had no idea and neither did the girls. And that's how May decided to keep it.

Riccardo had only met one of May's granddaughters- Julia. She was 17, three years younger than him. He had never met Julia's older sister and couldn't for the life of him remember her name.

So now, Riccardo stood waiting at a train station; waiting for a person he's never met, can't remember the name of and has no idea what she looks like. Riccardo sighed, running his hands through his light brown hair. He's been waiting over an hour for this girl. He didn't know what time her train was, or even if it was delayed or not.

He let out an angry groan and stomped outside the train station. Andrea was a fool for letting him bring her eldest daughter to her dying grandmother. Riccardo had no idea what could've happened between them but it must've been bad for this girl to run off to America.

Riccardo flipped his hood on his hoodie up as he stepped outside into the English drizzle. He left his hoodie unzipped, leaving a plain black shirt on view with simple jeans. He'd lived here all his life. The rain never bothered Riccardo, it was his favourite kind of weather. The cool numbness helped him think: think about life, think about work, think about girls...

Riccardo sat by a taxi bank waiting for something to pass by him. A few other people were also crazy enough to be trying to get a taxi in this weather, in this small unknown town. Many were on their phones probably calling relatives and friends to come and pick them up. No one could do that for Riccardo. Him family lived a couple of hours away and Julia couldn't drive yet. He had no friends that would be willing (or sober) to pick him up on a Saturday night. So he was stuck. Without May's granddaughter.

As time slowly crawled along, Riccardo's mind wandered to his patient's granddaughter. What would she look like? Julia's hair was dyed a deep purple, yet was naturally the same brown as her mothers, so the eldest would probably have the same dark colour. Her mother had a medium skin tone, so would her daughter, right? From what Andrea had told him, she's a stuck up girl who's gone off the rails. She probably has tattoos and piercings all over her body. That was the impression that Andrea gave of her daughter. She made her sound difficult.

The sight of a black taxi entered his view, knocking him out of his thoughts. Riccardo jumped up and ran towards the taxi, forgetting about the rain. He hurriedly opened the door and jumped inside. Just as Riccardo closed the door and leaned forward to talk to the driver, a door closed on his right side. The opposite door.

Slowly, Riccardo turned.

His breathing stopped. His eyes froze. And his heart skipped a beat as he looked into her light grey eyes. She was gorgeous. Drop dead beautiful.  Her messy blonde hair was drenched by the rain and up in a wild bun. Her navy jumper was soaked, as were her jeans. Her eyes were slightly puffy, her nose bright red. He noticed this girl was also checking him out, drinking in his looks and completion. A connection sparked almost instantly between the two. It was liked they were made to be, destined to meet.

That's when Riccardo opened his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

This is the second chapter. Sorry that it was over two months since the first chapter, but as you know, everyone always has something going on.
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