Chapter Six
“So where are you from?” Serenity asks sipping her latte; eyes shining with mischief. I start feeling uneasy. I’m never comfortable talking about my home country. It’s been years that I’m away from the place which was supposed to be the treasure chest of my living. Home, the word is so welcoming and heartwarming, yet it leaves a dull ache in my heart.
“Bristol it is.” I answer finally. She gawks at my face for a while making me squirm under her penetrating gaze.
“Oh!” she says finally and I leave the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “What do you do for a living?” she asks changing the subject.
“I work in a café and a mechanical shop. I want to do something in mechanical field though. I want to have a real job you know. But I don’t know if I’m ever going to get one, since I don’t have a degree. I have this thing for machines from childhood. I even reassembled my own car.” I ramble smiling fitfully. She stares at me for a while and shakes her head grinning.
“What?” I ask her confused.
“You love machines, don’t you? I mean really love them!” A flicker of sadness crosses her face. “Is it that obvious?” I ask fidgeting with the handle of my coffee mug.
“It’s your eyes. They literally shine when you talk about machines.” She reveals smiling sweetly and then her smile falters when her phone beeps with an incoming message. Her body stiffens and her face becomes unreadable. She stands up, places money on the table and leaves the café without saying goodbye or giving a backward glance.
I sit at our table dumbstruck and wonder what exactly did just happen!
I park the car in the driveway of my apartment building and get myself out. I get inside and head directly to my room. Serenity’s not home yet; I wonder where she might be. I throw myself on bed. It’s only 7 in the evening and I’m bone tired. I can’t afford to lose track and here I am lounging around and sipping lattes with achingly good looking strange roomies. God bless me! I start reeling the day’s events in my mind. Firstly she was intimidating, secondly she was sweet and then all of a sudden she was rude and mean; I mean what exactly is it with her? She was the first one to ask me out in the first place, then why couldn’t she at least bid a goodbye? She actually seemed to be having fun; then? Christ! She is Mercurial after all.
Keeping all these infuriating and confusing thoughts aside, I let sleep consume my consciousness.