Chapter 13 - Lunch :D
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aguu A/N: My fingers are numb. D: also, writing by hand is much more fun than typing, I found out. 8D
Came back from watching Toy Story 3. ...my inner (but always let loose) child is happy. And wants to play with toys more often.
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In all the long, dreary months Adrian Nagant spent in the noise-filled streets of Makati City, it had been filled with golden sunshine, the harsh, stony concrete coming alive as if an odd, rocky flower. Hungry dogs prowled the early morning streets free from the havoc, the warbled drunken singing of poor men with pot bellies and grimy children aged six or nine, learning how to curse, blame and beg for food. Seated in the plush seat of the taxi, the green-eyed youth saw not the prettiness of the perfectly built fountains and decorative gardens, but of the hardship that others--especially politicians, his mind was quick to point out--chose to turn a blind eye to reserving their tears for yet another meaningless press conference with the media, an absurd play that he had long known and deeply despised.
The bitterness of his attitude ran across his tongue as he ran it over his teeth, glaring at the side window. A blink of an eye and he saw a single drop of rain. One multiplied into ten, and soon the taxi was drenched in cold, the humidity of the afternoon forgotten. Turning his attention towards the meter, it was climbing steadily towards 120. In front of him, he saw a line of many, many bumpers.
"Just another day in Makati..." he murmured, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.
The driver was silent and adamant on keeping his eyes on the road, probably gleeful and downtrodden at the same time, from the traffic and the loss of time and potential customers.
Bzzt!
The hum of his phone was a welcome intrusion inside the taxi, Nagant whipping out a sleek Blackberry.
One new text message received.
From: 09xxxxxxxxx
Hey there Naggie~♥ I hope you aren't busy! ^w^)/ You want to go out with me and the guys on Saturday?
-Elizabeth
How the hell did you get my number?!
"Uh, ah, boss...it isn't healthy to...do that..." The taxi driver blinked as the red-brown-black haired teenager, dressed in a fancy coat banged his head repeatedly on the dashboard murmuring what sounded like 'stupid girl, must've been Kyle...' After awhile the driver just sighed and continued to look at the road, where the traffic had (finally) started to flow again.
After about five attempts, Adrian sighed and asked the taxi driver, "How bad's my forehead right now?"
"I'm...well, boss," the taxi driver took quick peeks whilst keeping an eye on the road. "...not bleeding, at least."
"Good." Silence filled the taxi and remained until the driver pulled into the main entrance of Cagier Nathias, the second-largest department store in the city. Alighting from the vehicle, Nagant pulled out a 500 peso bill and handed it to the driver, ignoring the cries of "your change!"
You and I both know that you were going to ask for more anyway.
The boy had remembered a certain teacher in religion class that had said that sometimes, it was better to be generous because these people probably had families to tend to. He hated that teacher, but she did have a point. Glancing down at the Blackberry still in his hand, still opened to that text message, Adrian devised his usual reply, then (grudgingly) added her number to his phonebook, switching the name from Browning to Annoyance.
...How did you get my number? And no, I'm busy Saturday, I have a photo shoot.
Even before he could take three steps into the mall, his phone bleeped again.
Fr: 09xxxxxxxxx
Oh, okay then<3 Uhm, a little birdie told me...anyway, I'll see you Monday, I have to talk to you about my jacket. Thanks for bringing me into the clinic, Naggie...I never really thanked you properly, I'm sorry ;___; <3
He wandered inside the mall, falling in line with the other people passing under the security check and nodding as the guard saw his phone in his hands as the security point bleeped noisily.
Came back from watching Toy Story 3. ...my inner (but always let loose) child is happy. And wants to play with toys more often.
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In all the long, dreary months Adrian Nagant spent in the noise-filled streets of Makati City, it had been filled with golden sunshine, the harsh, stony concrete coming alive as if an odd, rocky flower. Hungry dogs prowled the early morning streets free from the havoc, the warbled drunken singing of poor men with pot bellies and grimy children aged six or nine, learning how to curse, blame and beg for food. Seated in the plush seat of the taxi, the green-eyed youth saw not the prettiness of the perfectly built fountains and decorative gardens, but of the hardship that others--especially politicians, his mind was quick to point out--chose to turn a blind eye to reserving their tears for yet another meaningless press conference with the media, an absurd play that he had long known and deeply despised.
The bitterness of his attitude ran across his tongue as he ran it over his teeth, glaring at the side window. A blink of an eye and he saw a single drop of rain. One multiplied into ten, and soon the taxi was drenched in cold, the humidity of the afternoon forgotten. Turning his attention towards the meter, it was climbing steadily towards 120. In front of him, he saw a line of many, many bumpers.
"Just another day in Makati..." he murmured, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.
The driver was silent and adamant on keeping his eyes on the road, probably gleeful and downtrodden at the same time, from the traffic and the loss of time and potential customers.
Bzzt!
The hum of his phone was a welcome intrusion inside the taxi, Nagant whipping out a sleek Blackberry.
One new text message received.
From: 09xxxxxxxxx
Hey there Naggie~♥ I hope you aren't busy! ^w^)/ You want to go out with me and the guys on Saturday?
-Elizabeth
How the hell did you get my number?!
"Uh, ah, boss...it isn't healthy to...do that..." The taxi driver blinked as the red-brown-black haired teenager, dressed in a fancy coat banged his head repeatedly on the dashboard murmuring what sounded like 'stupid girl, must've been Kyle...' After awhile the driver just sighed and continued to look at the road, where the traffic had (finally) started to flow again.
After about five attempts, Adrian sighed and asked the taxi driver, "How bad's my forehead right now?"
"I'm...well, boss," the taxi driver took quick peeks whilst keeping an eye on the road. "...not bleeding, at least."
"Good." Silence filled the taxi and remained until the driver pulled into the main entrance of Cagier Nathias, the second-largest department store in the city. Alighting from the vehicle, Nagant pulled out a 500 peso bill and handed it to the driver, ignoring the cries of "your change!"
You and I both know that you were going to ask for more anyway.
The boy had remembered a certain teacher in religion class that had said that sometimes, it was better to be generous because these people probably had families to tend to. He hated that teacher, but she did have a point. Glancing down at the Blackberry still in his hand, still opened to that text message, Adrian devised his usual reply, then (grudgingly) added her number to his phonebook, switching the name from Browning to Annoyance.
...How did you get my number? And no, I'm busy Saturday, I have a photo shoot.
Even before he could take three steps into the mall, his phone bleeped again.
Fr: 09xxxxxxxxx
Oh, okay then<3 Uhm, a little birdie told me...anyway, I'll see you Monday, I have to talk to you about my jacket. Thanks for bringing me into the clinic, Naggie...I never really thanked you properly, I'm sorry ;___; <3
He wandered inside the mall, falling in line with the other people passing under the security check and nodding as the guard saw his phone in his hands as the security point bleeped noisily.
