Dreamer

Previously: The heat wave

-It’s not a good day!

-Can you please explain to me what the heck you were doing? A strong, masculine voice rises from the passenger seat of the silver S-Class that hit me.
– Excuse me? You hit me! What do you mean by “What the heck am I doing?” What the heck was doing the driver of your car? I say while assessing the damage.
– I wasn’t talking to you. The same voice responded to me in an angry tone. As a matter of fact, I was talking to the driver!
When I lift my eyes from the car, I see a tall, muscular man. And I mean muscular, not bodybuilder type, just raw muscle. He had dark eyes that I assume were even darker now with fury, and a well-defined jaw that was freshly shaved. He wore an elegant linen shirt under a classy jacket and dark-wash jeans. He had sunglasses in his curly dark hair, and his skin was freshly tanned. This man was coming from a vacation; I bet he is fully tanned all over his body…
A high, feminine voice brutally interrupted my daydreaming of the stranger before me.
– Sorry, she was screaming at me. It’s just my fault, honestly. I don’t usually drive, but as my fiancé has suspended his driver’s license, I have to get him to work and drive him around. Still, I get easily distracted by his beauty. As you’ve remarked, I have a handsome man, says a blonde, long-legged woman, putting her hand in his hand.
While she tried her best to match the tone with her Barbie looks, unfortunately, all women know when someone is marking their territory.
– Leanne, he warns her, knowingly. His strong voice made her shut up.
– Unfortunately, I have to go to a job interview, so I don’t have time for this. I’ll give you my number, you give me yours, and we’ll talk in the afternoon, but I really need to go.
– Your car is damaged; how do you plan on moving it?
– Babe, she said she’s rushing. Give her your business card, and she’ll call. If she has the chance, it’s not like she won’t take advantage to make her beat-up golf on someone else’s money. We need to hurry too; I have an appointment at 10:30. And just like that, the Barbie doll transformed into a Queen Bee. But what do you expect from a freshman?
-Leanne, she might need a ride after you trash her car. And don’t forget: this is not the first time you’ve ignored the speed limit, so get back in the car and wait.

– No, I don’t need a ride or your insurance. If you are OK with you doing your car, I am OK with doing mine.
I wasn’t OK. I needed the money, as I couldn’t afford to repair the car alone, but I wasn’t allowing that brat to call me an opportunist.
– Are you sure you don’t want my insurance? Said he, with a calmness in his voice.
– More than sure! Have a nice day!
There was no response, just a smirk; he returned to the car next to her and drove off while I gave another check to my car.
As I drive to the interview, I can’t help but wonder: How does someone like him end up with a fiancée like her? There must be a need for control and obedience.

Next: The interview

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Cristiana Apreutese