Missing You

Chapter Two

8:30 am.

Stuck in the traffic of busy London roads, I keep checking my wrist whilst scratching behind my ear, sort of a strange thing that I do when I'm panicking.

- "What time is your appointment love?" keeping calling me "love" strangely makes me smile, no one ever calls me that way. Quite weird for a stranger to call you like that though. Actually, I try not to think too much about it for the moment.

- "Hum, 9. Do you think we will make it in time?"

- "The traffic is rubbish, Westminster is not that close and in the middle of the city, but eventually we will make it love, don't worry. Should we put on the radio, perhaps that'll make you be'er?" He asks. He has quite a thick accent though. I do notice it now. There is no way he is from London.

- "Yes, we should" Eventually, he does turn it on and switch the station until reaching the BBC news. Okay, I thought he would put on some music. That is not even close to destress me. But as he seems interested in it, I hold back myself from making any comment whilst voices from the radio keep talking about the effects triggered by Brexit to the UK.

- "Oh, come on, this is rubbish" He mumbles to himself.

- "What are you in?" I ask him quite confused by its attitude.

- "I just can't bear the fact that the government and the people keep complaining about our economy that plummeted." He confesses to me. "This is rubbish, they all are complete hypocrites. They knew what could happen and did nothing to stop it! The worst is all of this is their own fault. But soon will happen the moment where they'll just spread out that it was our choice, making us responsible for Brexit. Funny enough, we aren't responsible for them being dickheads." Wow, that was deep... and understandable. Is he being sarcastic? I know it is sort of a british thing. Even though being unsure of myself, I can't help replying to him.

- "Well that was actually your choice, isn't it, otherwise the results of the referendum would say the opposite." That conversation is turning into something really interesting and it keeps me distracted for the moment.

- "So far, only 51% of citizens voted in favour of Brexit though. This is ridiculous. That is not what I call democracy. They also do not count in fact that both, Scottish and Irish weren't even close agreeing to it, they keep ignoring them and it annoys me so much"

- "Oh, are you?" I chuckle, amused and surprised by his abilities to argue and the way he gets angry about the topic.

- "Yeah, I'm sorry love, maybe I shouldn't be talking of that in front of you. I mean, knowing where I'm taking you to, perhaps you'll denounce me or so, for being unpatriotic I mean. Who knows, maybe I'm an anarchist or even worst... a freaking member of the government" He grins looking at me, irony in his eyes. Though, he said that with both conviction and fun in his voice that I don't know how to take it.

- "Don't be silly! Where did you get that accent from by the way?"

- "I'm actually from B.." Before he even answers, he is cut by his phone ringing in the speakers of the car, which sort of made me afraid. That was loud as hell.

- "Y'alright mate? You didn't answer my call last night I was kinda worried." The voice from the speakers tells.

- "Yeah-Yeah, I'm good, I was just... you know... as usual, a bit down" I look at him and find out that he is being uncomfortable. This is the first time I see him unsure of himself.

- "Oh, 'kay, well we'll see you later at the st.." the stranger eventually talks.

- "You know what mate, I'm a bit busy right now, waiting at the teashop for my order, see ya la'er" he ends the call quickly. Did he just lie? Is there any reason? Why though. Suddenly I feel a bit uncomfortable by the situation. Why would he lie? I prefer to ignore it, that is certainly not my business.

- "I think we are quite close, are you feeling stressed in any way?"

- "I do, but you somehow managed to keep me distracted, so well done, that's not something easy to do when I'm freaking out".

- "I did notice it when you kept scratching your ear constantly love." Oh, the "love" is back again. And what? Was he staring at me? Just ignore it. Keep the conversation Beth, don't. act. strange.

- "So, you didn't answer my question, where did you get that accent, never heard of it in my life though" I laugh, a bit uncomfortable from the past situation.

- "Does it bother you? I'm sorry" Is he apologising for his accent? Jesus, he is definitely an English person. "I grew up in a small town, near Birmingham, I know it's quite a thick accent. The Brummie accent is actually rated as the worst of all of the accents in the UK. Can you believe it? Even the Scottish are rated better than us for god sake" I love when he swears. He laughs too, looking at me. I do recognise he is quite an attractive man. Quickly, I wonder his age. Although he looks quite young, I reckon he must be around my age.

I'm a bit annoyed when I recognise the Parliament in front of my eyes, but keep staring at it, fully amazed, as it is such a beautiful building. I wish we'd talk more. Wait, what? No, you don't. Just focus on work Beth. Work, that is what all matters.

- "I reckon we are here love. Hopefully, your first day at work will be okay. Also, loved our little argument. I still think you are wrong though" He smiles at me, quite cheeky.

- "Thank you so much for the shirt, and for the ride, not thank you for the stain on my blouse though, it was actually my favourite, but I owe you one." I grab each of my belongings and get out of the car. We don't even say goodbye, just staring at each other. I eventually come back to my mind and make my way to the entry, as I hear the vehicle rumble behind me.

I am so thankful for him. Huuh, no, you are not that much.

Yet, eventually, I realise that neither do I have his number nor know his name. But that is, at the moment, not even close worrying me that much. For the moment.

Well, Beth, that was quite a hectic morning.