A friend and I took the same vehicle home. We were 3 on the comfy seat in the Sienna minivan, and my friend was flanked by me and this pretty light-skinned girl who had an air about her. Clearly shown in her squeamish demeanor, and the way she showed-off the flowery fancy travel tote on her lap with constant caresses, while engrossed in a phone that must have cost a grip.
So my friend was supplying the gist that we both devoured for the most part of the ride - while I lazily chimed in.
A tired me kept wondering how that guy gets his nonstop energy to talk, as we'd covered 3 local governments and dude was still twitching in his seat and rattling off random topics back to back, yet to relax himself on the seat he paid for.
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Meanwhile, every once in a while my talkative friend would stroke his goatee, flashing smiles at the girl perched by the door, as if to say "Are you feeling this sleek boy?" Smiles she barely returned.
The few smiles she gave back, they appeared to have taken a great deal of effort to muster, before caving in the next second.
At some point it became clear to me that we were having a three-way conversation.
Since dude was burning to get the girl, resorting to pull her into our chit-chat by needlessly oversharing a number of events that happened in our small neighbourhood, seemed to be the only trick in my friend's book.
And while he was setting the mood for a good shot, in my mind the whole time i was like: Can you toast her already, just don't use me as a medium, bro!
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Big girl, fake nasal voice, with that grating attitude that could be likened to crates of eggs carefully being transported on a very rough terrain - showing all the signs of snotty that even Cobhams Asuquo would've seen, despite his blindness.
But then, I've got this gushy mouth friend who parades himself as a jolly, loving, "find-me-funny" friend to all. And that'd be the reason why in a bid to shoot his shot, the clown ignored all the red signs of off limits. So he went,
"Tell me about yourself,"
What I heard next was,
"Don't ask me any question."
The girl bluntly answered in a slightly raised voice, giving him the stink face.
An awkward silence lasted in the vehicle.
Consequently, olé boy sat up straight and when I threw a quick glance at him, he'd started perspiring on his forehead. That's how he tucked his tail between his legs throughout the rest of the journey and didn't say a peep. Not even to me.
Talk about falling hand.
