A lock of her hair was being pulled between her index and middle finger until it was looped over and smoothed back between her fingers...
The sun's heavy rays beat down on Sahar's temple forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut. She was being allergic to sunlight today.
The bus jolted to a stop, and the elderly woman next to her got up and off the bus.
A tall Asian young man sat down next to her, his hand held a small tablet of silver with white wires leading to his ears, he tapped his feet whilst bopping his head,
#...Hosh na khabar hai, yeh kaisa asar hai
Tumse milne ke baad dilbar...#
Sahar reluctantly opened her eyes, Who is playing that freshi music so loud?
Without moving her head, she slid her eyes to her right, with her eyebrow raised so it looked like a 90º angle on the right side of her forehead.Her bitch stare; it had taken many years for her to master this look, and she only intended to use it on insolent people who had no care for other peoples needs or feelings.
Figures... a typical rudeboy, listening to poncy filmi music! SHUT UP!!! Some people are TRYING to RELAX!!!!
He must've felt her glare, in a quick second he moved his head to the left and was examining her facial expression.
She was taken by surprise and her pissed off expression which seemed frozen was wiped off her face immediately, instead her lips quivered in embarassment, her eyes darted around in guilt and her head dropped due to the awkwardness of his big brown eyes which were observing her actions to the minute detail. He cocked his head to the side and smiled,
"Hey, y'arright? I'm Ray", she flicked the hair from her face and studied his expression
He doesn't seem THAT bad, looks kinda genuine... Say Hi, Sahar!
"...erm... Hi?", she stuttered not knowing what to do.
"was my music too loud?" his shoulders rose up almost in a shrug, and he looked down his nose at her with those big brown eyes.
She bit her lower lip, her lips curled up into a corner smile. She sighed as her eyes soften and she shook her head, "nah, it's arright, i like that song actually"
"So I'm guessing you're headed to Hayston?" his big brown eyes staring at her
mmm, he has nice eyes, I should soo take a picture, she giggled quietly to herself,
"erm, nah, I live near there though - Eastfield."
His lips parted and he revealed the kind of smile only hollywood actors have, straight perfect teeth which almost flashed at her.
"Ah, the good part of Hayston!" he laughed, his eyes sparkled and the dimple on his cheek became visible.
Sahar spoke to her scuffed black shoes, "Yea..."
An awkard silence past with Ray letting out a sigh and Sahar concentrating on her shoes. She tilted her head so that she could see him without looking at him, He's kinda cute!
He wore a black shirt, with his top buttons undone displaying his smooth chest; his faded jeans torn at the knee with physics equations written down his right thigh...
"Yea, you know Eastfield is the nicer part of Hayston" she said playfully, her corner smile appearing, the way she knew could either be interpreted as seductive or coy...
"Oh wait, crap! I missed my stop!... was nice speaking to you... erm..."
"Sahar"
He flashed his perfect smile again, ran his hands through his intentionally messy hair, slight colour forming at the apples of his cheek
"Yea, Sahar... was cool chatting yea?"
He put his earphones back on, looked at her and winked, before he got up, shouted "Cheers Drive" and got off.
Sahar followed him with her eyes and smiled to herself, she could smell his scent still lingering in the bus.
Her fingers reached for her hair again as she noticed a slip of paper on the seat next to her. She smoothed a thick lock of hair through her index and middle finger again, whilst staring at the slip - contemplating whether she should touch it or not.
Her right hand edged towards the teared peice of paper, and she gingerly touched it, almost as if she was scared.
"Bellez Moi Por Favor - 07*1*8*0*2* "
Silently, she wrapped her long fingers around the scrap of paper, scrunchled it up and then put it in her pocket. She bit her lower lip as she played with her hair, her hand retrieving her phone from her pocket. She mindlessly saved him under “Big Brown Eyes".
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