•The Journey•

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins.

It's 5:30 when I leave the house. I just hope I make it on time.
I take a cab without wasting even a second. As I sit in the cab, thousands of thoughts cross my mind. Who is the person I'll be meeting ? What's it going to be like travelling with a stranger and how is the person going to be?

So two days back as I was leaving from my workplace, I got a letter from Mr.Peter, my boss. The letter read that

To Ms. McCoy ,
Intern at The Peters' Counseling Centre

We are glad to inform you that you have successfully reached the end of your internship here.
Before you leave, you have something to do which I'm sure will be very interesting for you. You will be embarked on a journey with on one of our patient who has mental illness to Surat. That is the only information we provide to. You have to talk to him and treat him in the best way you can. We hope this will be good experience for you. Hope for your cooperation. Have a safe journey.
The Peter's Counseling Centre
Sd/-

I head home after reading this and call my boss.
"Good evening." I say
"Evening. You got the letter?"he asked
"Yeah, but could there be some changes in the location?"
"Why would you want that?"
"I was planning we could take him to Diu."
"Why Biu out of all the places?"
I say, " When we talk to these people, we help them discover themselves all over again."
"Yeah?"he asks
"So why not take them to the place where our country was discovered?"
"I'll have to talk to the authorities about it. I'll let you know."

After sometime I get a call from him that the authorities have said that's a good idea and if it would really our patients out, let's go for it.

It's ten past six when I reach the spot from where the journey begins. Its a car ride to Diu where we will accommodate in a hotel.The driver is already there but there were no signs of the...stranger ,I guess. I get into the car

Before I could ask anything , the driver said, "Mr. Baker will be joining us on the way , we'll have to pick him up from his residence." I shook my head.

"Okay so he is Mr. Baker." , I think to myself.

After a fifteen minutes ride the car stops in front of an apartment which I suppose is where Mr.Baker resides . As soon as I turn my eyes towards the main door , I see a man stepping out. He would be around 20 , I guess.

As he walks out , his hands are jammed into the pocktes of his oversized grey hoodie. His brown eyes shone brightly, reflecting the warmth of the sun. They were such a unique colour , a mix of light and dark.His dark hair furled down the nape of his neck while his fringe covered the right side of his face, going a little past his jaw-line.

As he approaches, my heart starts beating fast for no reason. He jumps into the car. He gives me a crooked smile. His uneven dimples look so imperfectly perfect.

After a minute of anxiety, I introduce myself to him , "My name is Mia McCoy and I'm going to be your counselor on this journey."

After the longest minute , he finally replied ,
"I am Ethan . Ethan Baker , Miss McCoy.
"You can call me Mia.", I say.
He smiles.