Upon following Stella's mysterious but precise instructions, Sawt found himself following a vaguely familiar stretch of road.
"We're going to the city?" he turned to ask, but she did not respond. Instead, he found Stella with her arm and the side of head, seemingly basking in the feel of the whipping winds. The air pushed her shoulder length hair back, and at that moment, with the streetlights reflected in her hazel, and a content smile on her face, she looked like she was a being from another planet; she seemed ethereal.
Soon though, after basking in their comfortable silence for a while, Stella motioned for them to stop. Sawt pulled the car over to the side of the street.
"We're... under a bridge? In the city?" he asked aloud.
She said nothing, but nodded in the slightest instead, making her way to the trunk of the car. Sawt was still gathering his bearings when Stella reappeared, this time with two-armfuls of brown paper bags. When had she had the time to make those?
"When you were busy gaping at the city like a fish, stupid," she answered, realizing that he had probably asked the question aloud.
"Now close your mouth and come help me over here. Are you really gonna let me do all the heavy lifting?" she asked, rhetorically.
Sawt scrambled to help her, even though the bags weren't really that heavy. Chivalry wasn't dead just yet.
After that, it took a minute, but Sawt finally put two and two together in his head. You did make sandwiches!" he exclaimed. He had guessed correctly back at Walmart.
"Correction: I made sandwich meals," she said, emphasizing that last word.
She nodded her head in the direction of of some people situated underneath the bridge, on the sidewalk. It seemed like a small family - a father, a teenage girl, and a small boy, likely no older than four years old. Sawt then understood: they were going to distribute these sandwich packs to the less fortunate of the city. The two exchanged small smiles, and got to work.
Once they were done handing out the small meal packs, the pair headed back to the car, satisfied with their work. On the way to the car, however, a question struck in Sawt's mind.
" Hey, if this is what the food ingredients were for," he said, throwing one of the last remaining granola bars to her," what's the dye and the construction bucket for then?"
Stelle smirked his way, eyes glistening with almost a childlike sense of mischief, before racing into the car, leaving behind Sawt, still chuckling to himself.
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Here for a Good Time, Not for a Long Time.
Short Story"It was then, right then, in the middle of the hallway of Southside High School, Sawt made his decision: for the next two weeks, he would live life like he had never lived it before. It was time for him to live life on the wild side." a stand-alone...
