Cherry - part 5

Cab driver

Angel

The man with the white sign is in the front of all the cabdrivers. The girl walks towards him and flashes a perfect smile with her pearly teeth, and her black, long hair frames her round face with the deep, brown eyes. Sometimes, she doesn't notice all the eyes pointing towards her. People is drawn to her beauty and she doesn't even notice. The cab driver smiles at her, and she may think it's because he have been waiting for a long time, but little does she knows, he is baffled by her beauty. She shakes his hand and he puts down the sign with her name, locking his eyes on her. They walk to the cab in silence. He doesn't dare to speak to her. She's just shy and doesn't know what to say.

He is taking it all in – her ever so sweet scent, the memory of her velvet voice when she presented herself, her next to perfect look, her eyes so brown he might get lost in them, her lips, slightly pink, even without lipstick, the black, silky hair, which lightly fly around her, her dress, that smoothly curls around her perfect body. She walks more graceful than he have ever seen anybody walk. Like an angel, he thinks. He wonders if she is a model. Everything about her is perfect. She is somewhere between 5'6 and 5'8, so she is kind of tall. She is a tall beauty, from her polished toenails in silver sandals, to the top of her head, where, on her black hair, is placed a deep purple beret to match with her deep purple dress. She is a bit pale, but it soothes her. Her paleness is a perfect contrast to everything on her.

“I'll take your luggage, miss.” He says, trying to focus.

“Thank you.” She says, and her voice baffles him once again. He wonders how old she is.

And they drive. She sits still in the front seat and he is fine with not talking. He wants to talk to her, but she has this effect on him, this enchanting, stunning effect, and he just doesn't know what to say to a goddess like her.

“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” She says. Wonder if she could read his mind. He smiles. He was actually a bit annoyed to be standing there for half an hour, but when he saw her, he didn't mind at all. He would have waited an hour. He didn't mind. And he was glad that they had a long ride ahead of them.

“Oh, I really don't mind, miss. Don't feel bad.” He smiles, but she doesn't notice. Why would she notice anything about him, anyway? To say he was out of her league would be the underestimation of the year.

“That's so nice of you to say. Thank you. I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I was on the phone with my brother, and... I don't even know why I'm bothering you with this story. You already said it was fine. Never mind.” Her voice is flat in the end. Every word she says is like singing a bit within every word.

“I don't mind you telling me. I mean, cab drivers are the new bartenders, right? I mean, of course, if it's too personal, then don't... I mean... It's up to you, really. I just don't mind. Always nice with a bit conversation. We do have a long way ahead of us.” He tries to say it as happily as possible. He doesn't want to put her in an awkward decision.

“I guess you're right.” She says. The next few minutes in the cab is completely silent. Then she breaks the silence.

“I was on the phone with my brother. He is in a real bad place right now. I don't think he wants me to come home either. I mean, he loves me as much as I love him. Our father is just have a kind of way of favoring me. I never wanted that, and I don't understand him, either. They should be close, but I don't think they are so close when I'm present. I do feel bad about coming home so soon, but I just had to. I don't know why. Maybe I was homesick. Maybe I was sick of Paris.”

She stops quickly, as if she said too much. When he knows that nothing more is coming from her, he feels obligated to answer.

“What did you do in Paris?” And he expects to hear about a modeling job.

“I'm a teacher. I was an english and music teacher in Paris.” He thinks back to his school. No teacher he ever had was this good looking. Or that young.

“A teacher, huh. Wow.”

He thinks about how she smells. Flower and candy.