GLASSES & Blue | Completed

Chapter 5

He walked away boiling with anger and frustration, his trolley trying to keep up with his speed.

Where do these people come from? And why do I have to deal with them? He thought.

He walked towards the information desk again. Disappointment filled his heart when he saw that the girl was same.

"Hey," he said hesitantly, "I wanted to just confirm about the train timings?"

Feeling embarrassed, he didn't want to tell her that he had failed to comprehend her explosion of words from before. While he waited for her to answer, he noticed her staring at the big clock. It was nearing 10.00pm.

"Um..." he continued, "Excuse me?"

Just then, the clock stroke ten. As the loud clock woke up all the sleeping creatures in the ancient building, she stood up. Throwing stuff into her bag she said, "7.00am. 7.00am. Your next train is at seven in the morning."

As she walked out of the counter she added, "Now if you'll excuse me, my shift is over. Next person will come soon. Don't bother me. Don't follow me. Uh, buh-bye."

He watched her leave, her heels clacking and making too much noise. He walked back to the platform slowly. As soon as he looked up from the ground, he saw the blue haired girl watching him.

Hmph.

He stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

God, why? Is there no way you can keep such people away from me? And you leave me with her?

His face scrunched up in anger, forehead drawing a thousand creases.

Why?

She watched him, with utter confusion, as he looked up and made faces. Immediately he lowered his head, gave her a stern look, turned around and made way towards the other end of the platform.

He walked feeling irritated, dragging his bag along and had covered a considerable distance from her. Occasionally turning back, he saw her watching him walk away. He was feeling relieved until he finally looked ahead and saw it. And he stopped dead on his tracks.

Eyes red. Teeth bare. Ears up. His brown and black fur spread untidily on his body. The giant dog lay on the platform floor, just about 10 steps away from him.

Oh god. A dog. He thought.

Do you really hate me? He looked up and asked god, again.

Of all the animals in the world, why is there a dog here? Where is animal control when you need them? His thoughts ran wild.

To show that he means no harm, he slowly backed away, pulling his trolley along, making no noise.

"Here doggy, doggy. Good doggy. Just lie there. Lie there like a lazy log."

Rather than talking to the dog, it seemed as if he was assuring himself. On the other hand, the dog lay there absolutely uninterested, and unaware of the effects it was having on a certain human being.

After creating a considerable distance between himself and the dog, he turned back and walked to the same bench to the same striking blue thing he had abandoned earlier.

She watched him walk to her. Head down, he got to her faster than he had left and occupied his seat, as if nothing had happened in the last ten minutes.

"You are back," she said, after about a minute of silence.

"Crazy girl over crazy dog, any day," eyes on the floor, he mumbled.

Her eyes grew wide and she said, "Ouch. That hurt man."

Even though in full bitch mode, he felt a little guilty. Tearing his eyes off the floor he looked at her. She was looking at him, a sad expression on her face.

He watched as her mouth turned upside down and eyes grew big. She looked adorable.

Damn it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," he said immediately. She looked away from him, pursing her lips.

"It's okay," she said, pouting a little.

As they sat in silence for about five seconds, she raised her sandwich and asked with a smile, "Want a bite? I made it myself."

Returning her smile, he said, "Yeah. Thanks."