They were so
loud he could hear them through the music pumping out from his earphones.
They were
French, or Spanish, or whatever. He didn't care that much, the only thing he
knew was that they were loud and he needed some tranquility.
He looked
around him. Not many people were on the bus with him, but nobody else seemed to
care about that annoying talking.
They were
sitting a few sits in front of him. There was no chance for him to look angrily
at them and maybe get them to stop.
He tried to
turn the volume up.
No, it was
on maximum.
He looked
out at the window, closing his eyes, hoping all that noise would disappear.
His fist
closed. He tried to concentrate on his music.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
But the song
was catchy, one of his favorites. Fast rhythm, good drum beat.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
He just
needed some peace.
He got out
his house hoping to have a nice bus trip, in which he could clear his mind
before seeing her.
He just
needed some time to think.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
How to shut
up someone you don’t know without being extremely rude?
He needed to
think, to clear his mind.
He needed to
make a decision, but how to do that with all that loud chatting?
He looked at
the screen in front of his. Not his stop, not yet. He had at least twenty more
minutes to spend there.
But maybe
they would have gone off sooner. They sounded like tourists, after all. Yes,
they would probably get off in Central.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
The music,
he needed to focus on the music. And on her, her face, her smile.
Did she want
to get back with him? Yes. Did he want her back? That was the question.
He needed to
revive the speech he prepared on his mind.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
How was it? I missed you, but... But what?
Back to the
music, for a little bit. Just the time to get those annoying voices out of his
head.
Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.
Just five
minutes, he needed just five minutes with his own thoughts. C’mon, get off.
He looked at
them again. They didn’t seem to have any intention of stop talking.
He looked at
the screen. He jumped off of his sit. It was his stop the one in orange
letters. Someone had to get off too, luckily for him.
He ran down
the stairs of the bus, then out of there.
She was
standing a few steps away , waiting for him in front of the cafe’ they were
supposed to meet.
I missed you. There were no buts.
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