Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 23.

Silence.

Complete deafening uncomfortable silence. The only thing to be heard was the elevator music that I wished I could just turn off already.

Isn't this the time where he tries to strike a conversation? This man..

I cleared my throat.

Nothing. He continued to stare straight ahead with his hands in his pocket.

I cleared my throat again.

Still nothing or so I thought.

"You have a sour throat infection or something?" he said still staring straight ahead.

Sour throat..what the hell?

"Isn't this the time when you try to strike a conversation or at least compliment how I look?" I said staring straight ahead too. The elevator has a mirror, so gazing at our reflection was a thing now.

"I haven't started a conversation because anytime I look at your reflection, I forget the words," he paused, bring out his hand to stroke the hairs on his chin then, "and I haven't complimented how you look because, I'm afraid there's no English word to actually describe it all in one."

"What-"

The elevator chose that time to come to a stop, stopping my words.

He narrowed his eyes and gave me the lead the way look.

"I suppose you have a car?"

"You suppose right."

He pressed a button and a black Camry came to life. What's his obsession with black anyways?

*****

A couple of minutes later and we were on the road. We had exchanged very little words with each other but I kept stealing looks at him.

Why was I doing that?

I heard him give a soft laugh.

"If you want to look at me, no problem but can you not look so guilty while doing it?"

"I wasn't looking at you." I said crossing my arms and looking straight ahead.

Liar

"Yes, and elephants can walk on water." he said, grinning. Exposing his perfect set of white teeth.

Which toothpaste was he using again?

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, playing dumb.

"It means that elephants can walk on water." He said his grin becoming a little laugh.

I sighed.

"Can you at least turn the radio on? The silence is going to kill me, next time remind me to bring my headphones."

"Ah," he stroked his chin again, "Next time eh? I never said anything about a next time but-"

"Turn on the radio already." I said now facing him.

This time, he obliged. He kept changing the radio stations as I kept declining. Too many bullshit music these days, just too many. He came to another station and again I said no but he didn't change it.

"What? This music is thrash, please change it."

He ignored me and started singing along to it.

"That girl is a real crowd pleaser. Small world, all her friends know of me.." I don't know what was more annoying, the song or the that he kept bopping his head to the beat or that he knew every single word in the song.