The girl draws patterns in the mud with her foot. The ankle and the tip of her white shoes are now brown, making it look like she dipped them in liquid shit, but she does not seem to mind it very much. She doesn’t really seem to acknowledge my presence either, though the only reason I notice hers was because I’m bored to hell. We are in a small haven from the water that pours from the overwhelming darkness that is the streets and the skies.
From the emptiness to our left comes a pair of blinding lights approaching us quickly. The car stops in front of us and the girl finally makes a move that is not part of the same pattern that she has been making for so long. She takes four long steps and enters the black car that, if not for the lights in its front, rear and windows, would be invisible. Soon, the car is nothing but short term memory. I am now alone with my thoughts and with the pillar that I’m using as backrest.
A girl walks out of the building not long after. She is about the same size as me, and has a very cheerful expression. Her colorfulness breaks the monotony of the black and white around her. Her hair seems to shine in a bright red, opposing blue headphones, which makes a weird combination with her yellowish orange overcoat. She strolls happily, stabbing the mud every other step with a neon green umbrella. It is an interesting sight to say the least.
She must have taken notice of me peeking at her with the corner of my eye, because she immediately halts her motion, leaning her upper body back in a 90-degree angle while at the same time raising her right leg forming what I judge to be a 120-degree angle. All that while turning her head towards me, opening a malicious ear to ear smile that spills mockery into the air. She stands up straight, taking off her unnecessarily flashy headphones and hanging them in her neck. She twists her body in an unnecessary motion to face me. She takes a few steps forward and stops, raises her umbrella and pokes my side with its muddy tip.
I turn my face to meet hers. She has taken one more step and is now bending forward her upper body to have her face just a few centimeters from me, being about the same height of my thorax. “Hello.” She says, dragging the ‘o’ in a mocking tone. “Good evening.” I answer serious. “Did you forget your umbrella?” She seems unfazed by my lack of interest. “Yea.” I admit, with a shadow of shyness and disapproval of myself. “Do you live nearby?” I answer her new question with a cautious nod. She stands up while her malicious smile slowly turns into a kind grin as she makes the fateful question:
“Would you like to share my umbrella?”
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