perfection

Chapter 4: him

Flashes of buildings pass me as I speed down the highway, anxious to get home.

Work.
What a horrible place.

I can't deal with this anymore, no one ever understands how fucking annoying employees can be.

The minute I enter the office, a feeling of dread hits me right in the face. Like a smack. A really hard smack.

My wind shield starts to get fogged up, and a few drops are landing on my windscreen.

Just my luck, it's raining.

I never liked rain, everything feels cold and windy, and it just puts me in a mood where I'd love to scratch someone's eyes out.

I'm not very fond of winter, if you couldn't already tell.

A certain flash of color catches my eye as I drive down the road.

I mean, how could I not have seen her, she looks like a walking rainbow. I wouldn't be surprised if I went blind someday, just by looking at her hair for too long.

She seems to be just standing there. Staring at something in her hand.

Am I supposed to offer her a ride?

No. Absolutely not.

It's a no from me, as Simon Cowell once said.

She will not get my leather seats wet.

Maybe she won't notice me?

She raised her head and squinted.

Crap.

It was like a staring competition, none of us broke our gaze.

It was making me uncomfortable.

She probably didn't know it was me.

Or at least I hoped she didn't, then I could just go home and sleep.

I tried to tear my eyes away but then guess what?

She fucking waved.

Holy shit, why me.

You know what. I don't even care anymore.

I drove past her.

I may look like an asshole right now, but by letting her figure out her way home, by herself in the rain, will help her with adapting to new situations. Right?

Nope, it even sounds bad coming from me.

It's too late now, i'm already way ahead of her.

My eyes drift to my rear view mirror, her hand still absent-mindedly in the air staring at my car in disdain, she slowly lowers it  to her side, and  turns to leave.

I had this feeling gnawing in my stomach as I stared at her.

I silently prayed that my seats wouldn't  get permenently damaged as I turned my car around.

Maybe it was those golden specks in her warm chocolate brown eyes that made me turn around, maybe it was the instinct to do the right thing, or maybe it was just the horrible sushi I hade earlier.

It was probably the sushi. God knows what they put in those things.

I pulled over next to her, and a grin slowly took over her face.

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