The Crazy Commute
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Vincent was walking a little ahead of me as I try to catch up to him. The sound of my heels tapping to the pavement can be barely heard, along with the footsteps of several others walking past me. We were just a few steps away from the bus stop when my heel got stocked on the pavement c***k.
Shit! Seriously?
I glanced and saw that Vincent was almost at the bus stop. I felt people running in his direction, and then I realized that the bus was coming.
Ah, f**k!
I quickly removed the shoe, bent down, grabbed it, and ran while holding it. I saw Vincent was trying to hold his laughter as he saw me running with only one shoe on. The bus was almost full by the time we got in, leaving us with no choice but to stand.
I can still feel the dirt at the sole of my feet, but I was not able to bring any sanitary wipes with me. I glanced at Vincent. He was avoiding my gaze.
"Hey..uhm.."
A lady got in between us.
"Vincent? Hey!"
I tapped at the lady. "Uhm.. Excuse me, Miss? Can you move a little behind me? I just want to---"
The bus suddenly screeched causing me to lunge forward. Vincent was quick to grab me by my waist, but my hand that was holding the shoe accidentally hit one of the passengers who was sitting just behind Vincent--and I hit him right on his forehead!
"Oh, my God! I am so sorry!"
I brushed the dirt that was left on his forehead. I looked at him and realized that he was a big man. I thought he got angry. I held on to the handrail and took a step back when he rose to his seat. I closed my eyes, expecting the man would hit me or something.
But instead, I heard his loud voice saying "Here, miss. You can take my seat."
I opened my eyes and saw that he is now smiling at me. I thanked him and rushed to take his seat. I glanced at Vincent and saw that he's got an earphone on. I sighed. I dusted off my feet using my hand, grabbed the hand sanitizer from my bag, and put some on my foot. After wearing my shoe, I also put some sanitizers on my hand.
I was rubbing my hands when I took a glance at the lady who was standing between me and Vincent earlier. I noticed that she was blushing as she smiles. Then I look at Vincent. He was maintaining eye contact with her. I gasped when I saw him winking at her. The lady bowed her head, still smiling and blushing.
OMG! Is he flirting with her? And all along I thought he is already smitten by Jessica.
I took out my phone as I was shaking my head. I was mortified when I saw my reflection on my phone's screen. My hair was everywhere and my face looks a little shiny from the oil.
I took out an oil control sheet from my bag and dabbed it to my face. Then I put some powder foundation. I contemplated on whether I should use an eyebrow pencil to fix my brow, as the ride is quite bumpy. I decided to just brush them with an eyebrow gel and let them be. I was putting some lip and cheek tint when the bus suddenly halted. The tint made a long mark from the corner of my upper lip to the base of my cheekbone.
Ugh! s**t! I don't have wipes!
I was about to get a hanky from my purse when Vincent grabbed my hand.
"Vamos. Rapida, querida. This is our stop."
"What? But...but..ugh!" I grabbed my purse and covered my face with it.
Vincent was still holding my hand as we go to the train station. I was relieved when our tickets were finally confirmed. I took the nearest seat I saw. I removed the smudge of makeup on my face. Then I felt Vincent took the seat beside me.
"Where are we going, Vincent? Why are we riding on a train?"
Instead of answering my query, he took out his phone and got up from his seat.
"Good morning. Yes, Ashton. We are on our way to meet the clients."
I watched him walk back and forth in front of me and admired how he managed to still look so dashing even if he stood on the bus the whole time. One of his hands was in his pocket and he glances at me every once in a while. It made me feel conscious.
We heard a female voice announcing the arrival of a train. Vincent grabbed my hand again and led me to the platform. With all the events since this morning, I was actually expecting that we would have the Economy Class.
I felt a little blissful when I realized that we are heading to the Business Class. We chose to sit across from each other. Vincent lay down his planner on the table. I took a glimpse of the ticket that he inserted behind the cover. I still cannot see the place but I saw that the time of arrival is at 1 in the afternoon. I glanced at my watch and saw that it is almost ten in the morning.
A three-hour journey? Are we going to one of our branches up north? But I thought the train only go there once in the morning and once in the afternoon. If we arrived at 1 PM and still have to meet with some clients, the meeting will take some time. And knowing Vincent, he might do some inspections and supervise the performance of the said branch before we went home. How are we going to catch the returning train?
I glanced at Vincent. He is now reading the morning newspaper that was given to him by the train crew.
"Vincent --"
"We will spend the night at the staff house."
"What? I am sorry?"
He put the newspaper down. "What you are thinking is right. We are going to the northern branch."
"And we won't go home today?"
"No."
I looked at my tiny purse and started to panic. I am literally closed to crying.
"Why didn't you tell me? I did not bring anything aside from my purse."
"We got all we need here." He said grabbing his bag.
His bag is so small. How would everything we need fit into that bag?
I stood up and tried to reach for his bag but he put his palm on my forehead.
"Sit."
"I want to see what's inside your bag. So we can still buy if you forgot to bring anything."
"Don't you trust me?"
I thought for a while.
Can I still trust him?
"No. I don't trust you. Not anymore."
He just chuckled and went back to reading the news.
I tried to catch his attention again but he just won't listen. He also placed his bag in front of him, out of my reach. I just contented myself in watching the views from the train's window.
This is going to be one long and annoying day, Samantha. Brace yourself. Expect the worst.
I looked at Vincent again then I cursed under my breath.
"Patience, mi querida."
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