Clueless | N.H.

March 2015
Another week, another monday and I was preparing to go to work. Like all the other days I woke up at 6 and went for a 30 minute jog in the park near my apartament complex. After the nice jog and a shower, I ate my breakfast and prepared to go to work. I put on a tank top and regular high wasted jeans with espadrilles. My hair were slightly curled and my make-up was natural. I was already a little bit late, so I ran to the bus station. The weather was moody, with a lot of clouds and high humidity. It looked like it was about to rain. Ugh, and again i had forgotten to take an umbrella with me. I had a car but I thought driving to work 5 blocks away with no parking lot would be stupid. So the bus had finally arrived and I came to work in time.
I quickly changed in my uniform, put a smile on my face and walked out of the dressing room. At the reception I checked my clients and went to my cabin to prepare the working place. Then I walked on the hallway and smiled, when I saw my first client.
"Oh Laura, my favourite masseuse!" greeted me Mrs. Gasser, my regular costumer, very nice middle-aged lady with back problems.
"Hello, Mrs. Gasser. What shall we do today? Antistress massage?" I asked with a smile and she nodded.
Then I started massaging. When I am giving a massage, I have much time for thinking. I like this moments, because I can think about my life, errands, school and stuff like that.
I live alone, my parents went to the countryside to enjoy some peace. I don't have a boyfriend, and if I consider it, I don't really mind because I like living my single life. My boyfriends are all fictional characters from several books I've read and I like it that way. Sometimes I find this thought stupid but hey, no man is interested in me, unfortunately. My best friend, Josephine is also a bookworm but she has a boyfriend and she doesn't really understand me. We are going to the same University and we've been best friends since elementary school.
"Okay ma'am, we're finished. You may rest here for a couple of minutes. Enjoy." I said to Mrs. Gasser with a smile and went out. The rest of the day went by more or less the same way.
After my 4-hour shift I took a bus home, because I needed to go to the University to take my english literature exam. I was in the last year of my degree. I took a shower and put my favouite playlist on, Coldplay. I prepared lunch and went over my notes again. It was hard to believe that this was my last english literature exam, I was a little bit sad. At 2 o'clock I sat into my car, red Clio, and drove to my University in Nancy. The path took me about half an hour and finally I was at the University. In the campus I went to Starbucks and ordered my Caramel macchiatto.
In classroom I sat on my spot, completely calm, because I knew I would get an A. I always get an A. What else would I do besides studying and working. I practically have no social life at all, which is pretty sad. The professor handed us the paper and we began the exam.
After the exam I went back to my car to get home. I put One Republic on the radio and sang along. Back to Ludres I remembered I needed to extend my bus ticket, since the following day was the 1. of April. I pulled my car on the parking lot of the main Bus station and went to the ticket maschine.
When I was walking to the ticket maschine I noticed a blonde-haired boy, whose face was covered with sunglasses and hat, even though there was no sun, actually it was about to rain. There was a small suitcase next to his legs. He looked very lost but I reminded myself that this stranger could be a thief or a rapist. Yeah I know, I'm strange. I extended my bus ticket when I noticed him standing closer to me. My heart started racing and my emagination flew. I turned around and started walking when I heard something.
"Excuse me, Miss. Which bus goes to Nancy?" I heard him ask with deep Irish accent. I froze and turned around.
"Oh, I'm sorry but I think there are no buses for Nancy today. It's already 7 o' clock." I said after a pause. Something was about that guy that made me say: "But I can take you if you want."
He just stood there shocked and then he nodded. I smiled and waved him to come with me. I unlocked my car and he put his suitcase in the trunk.
"I'm sorry for the mess." I said about my mess in the car; empty coffee cups and water bottles, "So, why are you visiting Nancy? Travelling alone around the Europe and tired of the world?" I said cheerful.
He took his glasses of as I started the car and looked at him. I was completely lost in his ocean blue eyes for a couple of seconds and then looked on the road again. He seemed to be expecting me to say something.
"So, you really don't know who am I, do you?" he said with a little smirk on his face.

Notes

~I'm sorry for mistakes and for boring beginning, I don't usually write in English and it's hard for me to write a little bit ~