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I had to go back to work last night to do the month end stuff that I usually end up having to do, and so, accordingly, I hoofed it down to the bus stop to catch the more frequent number six.

Because I’d been home and had showered I was wearing jeans and a funky tank top and my hair looked almost party-good, if it hadn’t been for the wind. (seriously, add some heavy eye-liner, a leather jacket, excessive black and silver jewelry and one might have considered me an aspiring rocker chick of some sort.) J asked me who I was going on a date with, which made the kiddo giggle. I told him it was none of his business, but he had a lot of money, which made her laugh even more.

When I arrived at the stop I noted that there was a couple waiting near the schedule sign, so I smiled at them as I leaned over to see when the next one was coming.

“It’s late,” the guy said and I looked up at him. He was smiling as he said it, so I smiled back and thanked him. The girl smiled at me too and I nodded. He was fair-haired and pleasant to look at, she was slight and dark, with large eyes.

“It’s always late,” I say. It doesn’t really matter though because it comes so frequently. It was cold and windy, so I paced a little, more to keep warm than anything. On my way back towards where the couple is standing he waves his cell phone at me.

“Hey,” he says. “We’re getting a cab, do you want to split it?”

“Thanks, but no. I haven’t got any cash on me.”

“We’re going the same way anyway. That’s not a problem,” he says, waving the cell phone dismissively.

“I appreciate the offer,” I say. “But I’ll be alright.” In all honesty I like the wind and had been thinking about walking downtown to enjoy it.

“We’d really like it if you’d come with us,” he says.

Did I hear him right? I look at their faces and yes. Yes I did. He’s smiling, this sort of half-pleading look in his eyes and she, well, she looks like she could eat me alive. The cab pulls up then and I smile back.

“Maybe another time,” I hear myself say as the cab pulls up. He nods, but winks at me anyway as they climb into the car.

“You bet,” he says.


In other news: I wrote! And am writing still! That, at least, feels good.

The Kid is registered for High School and things are, well, they are.

listening to: Arcane Voices – Amethystium
reading: The Other Boleyn Girl – Phillipa Gregory
word count: 1481 (considering that the goal was 500… woot!)
eating: pasta salad
feeling: amused
headspace: cluttered