The Upper-World man

Chapter 1

I am texting from heaven. I want you to be my date for a party hosted by gods.
Consider it your luck.

I was pretty irritated by that. Must have been one of the stupid pranks that one of my colleagues is carrying out on me. I am really gonna get that person in big trouble.

As I applied make up to cover my sleep ridden look, I couldn't help but feel a huge bunch of emotions. A combination of anger, anxiety, sadness, loneliness and something more compelling...hunger. I went through the contents of the fridge to find some quick breakfast. I fixed up a glass of milk and a sandwich. I noted down in my mind to shop for groceries this evening. But considering the extent of my memory power, I would have to tattoo the same on my body to remind me.

As I was about to start my car, my phone beeped again. I looked at it in impatience, and saw another text from the same god freaking guy.

And please don't be stupid and show this text to anyone.

***

"Ria, stop showing me videos of talking tom. I am busy right now. And considering the deadline,You should be too...!" Exclaimed my best friend, Rachel. We met when we were ten years into world, and found each other's sarcasm and arrogant wit amusing and stuck with each other. We grew inseparable and practically landed jobs in the same company.

"Can't you see the text. It is damn right there..", I started shaking my phone up and down near her face. I gained a few weird glances towards our cabin. I was astonished that she couldn't see the text. But I was also seeing the Talking tom video she was talking about. Yep, I had quite queer fandoms.

"Ria, Stop. Get to work. I don't want to stay here over the weekend working.", she replied sternly without taking her eyes off the computer screen.

On my 'shove the phone right up her nose so could see the text properly' technique not working, I willed myself to change the topic, " Any plans for the weekend?"

"A hiking trip.", she replies, still her fingers furiously typing numbers on the keyboard. Now I understand why I had to change my keyboard once every three months. Someone has to seriously teach this girl feathertouch. But from what I learned and heard, she is usually aggressive...everywhere.

"Wow, you seem so excited about it", I said, the sarcasm in my voice flooding the floor, as I knew by my years with her that she hated any activity that involves removing herself from her bed on a weekend.

"I am not", she continued, now looking at me," But Kyle insists on me accompanying him". She seemed happily annoyed about the fact.

Rachel is a weird combination of skeptical and social. I was pretty shocked when she revealed that she liked Kyle. Usually she rinses through the past life years, health condition, criminal records, ex girlfriends, alcoholic habits, and a bunch load of other details, the important one being whether the person puts cereals on milk, or milk on cereal. But one look at this guy, she told me she liked him, and soon, due to my amazing wing woman skills, they got into a relationship.

As I was replaying their love story in my head, I remembered the ton load of work I had to complete. As I was immersed in my work, I heard my phone beep.

When you see a text, you reply

A text from that God man. Damn. I had forgotten entirely about that. I decided to push that to the back of my brain on concentrate on work at hand.

As the clock signalled the end of my shift, I hurried towards the parking lot, waving a quick bye to Rach.

I got into my car and took out my phone. I video called the god man.

Why are you video calling me?

I replied to the text even though I realised how stupid the whole thing was.
I am not going to reply anymore, before I see you. If you are God, come before me.

"Oh, you are a pain in the head. Why can't you text like everyone else?", I jumped at the voice which sounded so near me. I turned to see a man sitting in my car. Well, a young man who may be also be categorized as hot.

"Who are you? Get out of my car!" I shouted.

"You call me, I come, and you ask me to go out? Girl, you lack manners", he sighed.

"Get out of my car!", I screamed as if the power of my voice would butt-kick him out of the vehicle.

"Geez woman, you are too loud. It's my bad luck I am stuck with you", he got out of the car, and lowered himself so that he could see me through the window,"See you soon", he said before walking away.

I drove home in a trance, with one thing on my mind, What the fudge just happened?