Cold as hell, I'm almost trembling. I'll never understand why they insist on blasting the AC so high when it's raining outside.
The bus comes to a halt. A couple more people coming in. Most of them soaking wet from the rain outside. By the time everyone got on the bus, I can smell the rain from outside thanks to the muddy footprints all over the bus floor.
Good luck cleaning that.
Sorry for the sarcasm. Don't get me wrong. I love people. Damn, I'm a lawyer. I defend people. But the long ride and the damp clothes pressing against me is not pleasant and not exactly playing up to my mood.
I look to the left then right. Nothing really interest me. So I did what I do best. Make up everyone's life. Because that's what being lawyers for years have reduced me to be: a people watcher...? It only take so long to guess what's everyone story is and what excuse they come up to defend their crime.
There's a girl, probably 16-17, playing with her ipads, and headphones blasting, and not giving her seat to the elders. She's wearing a red beanie, gray sweatshirts, long sleeve, shorts, and combat boots. Hmm, hipster teen, skipping school today, probably listening to heavy metal by some indie bands right now. No piecing: not yet. she's just starting high school then, not yet falling down too far with her emo hipster friend. She's probably one of those neglected child who doesnt talk with her parents and shut herself in her room. I hope she find some good friends soon, or may be see a psychiatrist. The overwhelming red and black she wear on her accessories might suggest early depression.
There's a man, glasses, white collar uniform like him, reading his phone. Not interesting, probably one of those safe fall college graduates working a boring 9-5 job.
Old lady with a bible - no, not again.
wait, wait, that one is interesting.
Tall, skinny, white, stereotypical attractive. young too, not a teen but young adult? I'll go with 20 -21. Straight dye-blonde hair and heavy accessories on her fingers: loads of rings and mid-rings, would suggest she's a hippy but the headband would say she's more of a boho-chick. She's wearing a sleeveless military-green shirt that tug into her black jeans. But Amber has to say the most prominent feature of that girl is her eyepatch.
Who wears eyepatch these days?
Did she get an eye injury? But its not a medical eyepatch, it;s a black patch with leather straps to tie around her head. I'm not sure if it was meant for style or one of her eye is lost. The other eye though, is covered in sharp black eye liner that resemble a cat eye.
If I were to come up with her story, what would it be? A pirate? Lost pirate from ancient times and walk through the modern time and end up on this bus? I suppressed a chuckle on that thought,and I could've sworn the girl glared a way a little while.
I got back to her story. If not a pirate, she could be an actress? she definitely got the look for it, but an actress wouldn't ride a bus, would she? A student, creative department? School play? That's possible, except there was not really a school or university pass this route the bus take. The bus run between the financial district to the commercial zone (amber remembered the hipster girl probably just come back from the mall), and then go to the outskirt of the city.
Amber has no idea what on earth a girl with an eye patch would do in a financial district. It would be ok if she's from the commercial zone too but Amber remember she comes up with the rainy wet people from the Financial district.
Sombody pressed the stop button and my heart race. Is she the one who press it? She'll leave now?? But I still haven't make up the story about her yet and there's still a long way to go until I got home!
As luck would have had it for me, Eyepatch really get off the bus. I watched her small figure retreating further down the other way. The rain has stopped a while ago and she was kicking some puddles as she walk.
A grown up doing that? Is she sad? Why does she take the bus coming this way just to walk the other way back? There's nothing really happening around this area. Just some park. It's like the middle between the financial district and my house. I don't understand a thing Eyepatch's doing at all.
And never in my life did i ever have this incredible urge to just walk up to the girl and talk. But my time is spent watching the figure, and now the bus has moved quite far from the girl already.
It's just not meant to be.
Or may be next time.
Or may be next time.
