Sinclair pov
Waking up to martins in the kitchen was the first odd thing I think I should get used to, never seen anyone this skilled in the kitchen, well that’s a bonus I would have to pay for, he deserved it.
And now I am seated in the cab with him, for some weird reasons I just hate being here with him, and in this goddamn Shuttle he calls a cat, it’s spring but it already feels like hell
This man drives like he’s going to die if he touches the gear, and damn I could hear the sound of the engine from here, it’s so noisy out here, and the seats, it’s obvious it’s from a cheap cloth
Why do people leave like this, and damn. The air freshener over here is cheap as well, smell like roasted perfumed foam, is this how public transport is, and why is it so low, it’s the worst.
Looking outside the window, it’s not tinted either, now everyone would see the famous Sinclair Brandon in a fuckin yellow cab, my reputation is at stake, I see this little boy in a cab as well, frowning at his childishness he had toys in his hands playing close to the glass.
He looks at me, then sits properly, then I see him tap his mom's legs, she looks at me , then glares at me, do I look terrifying?, they just don’t know what a classy look is when they see it, it’s natural no Botox treatment face, so yes I should be admired I deserve that at least
Just natural beauty,I see more cars pass and for the first time in a long time, I am seeing other lower versions of cars. This shuttle is not the worst after all, but the seat is definitely not excluded in the most uncomfortable chair to be on.
Looking beside me, Martin hasn't stopped boring holes in my body, “ what is it?” I asked “ nothing” he replied, then Looks out, it wasn’t what I expected it to be, I had never been on a road trip for a while,and this isn’t what I remember a road trip to be.
It should be beautiful, this is just way too ugly for my liking, I see more trees now, compared to the busy road I had seen earlier, it’s calm and yes, it looks like spring, I see pink flowers, people round here has really gone cuckoo for flowers and I could see some blooming already.
Some were yet to bloom, while some were just wow, haven’t seen something this natural in ages, “ like what you see?” Martins says, pulling me out of this little trans I had found myself.
“ why do you ask?” I say to him, trying my best not to give him that cheerful look my face subconsciously gives him when he does something silly or lovely, “ well because you look less terrifying “ he said as the car came to a halt close to a little wooden cabin.
It looks like a doll house to me, I guess he wants to take some tools from it before we get to the main building, I stay in the car, well rested a with my palms resting on each other.
“ Is this your first time being to Baldwin?” The driver asked, “ well for a silly vacation, nope” I said to him, trying to sound as polite as I can, “ I bet you are going to enjoy it here, with your man, in spring time like this” he said .
I hear a thud at the back, Martin is bringing things down from the boot, weird
“ yea, sure” I replied nonchalantly
“ newly weds?” He asked,
“ why don’t you just do your fuckin job, and let me rest” I said totally exasperated by his words, do we look like couples to him, I am fuckin older than him anyway, “ sorry ma’am” he says with his hands up in the air in defeat
“ yea, or your cab cooperation hears it from me, during business season” I say,
“ well so sorry, ma’am, but you shouldn’t fume it that much it’s just a normal question” he said smiling at me,
“ You know, he’s a fine looking gentleman, if you don’t value him other ladies will, and you would not be happy about that” he says , and I feel the car get lighter, the man presses his car horns and I see martins running towards him.
My heart is beating really fast, what he said hurt me in different ways, and I just want to punish him so well for this. Exchanging words with him wouldn’t cut the deal, I need to push him out of business next time he wouldn’t talk to a total stranger.
Something is definitely wrong in his car, my phone is not connecting to the internet for some reason, opening the door,, I storm out like a chased cat, while him and martins were still discussing heaven knows what they are talking about
“ Hey martins come over here!” I yell, “ coming Sinclair” he says in return, this makes me more provoked, “ come here now!” I yelled, he left the conversation and came to my rescue.
“ What is the problem?” He asked,
“ well I don’t want to board that vehicle again, I need another one that isn’t this old, and doesn’t talk like a parrot who could drive us to our destination “ i said stuttering slightly.
“ What are you talking about, first he isn’t old, he's the same age as you, he’s the most decent man I have seen and wouldn't say a thing he wasn’t so damn sure of, and yes you wouldn’t be going elsewhere. This is my grandma's cabin, welcome home” he said.
Scoffs
He must be lying, why the fuck will I stay in a panted hut, “ stop fooling around martins, just get me a cab, then we could continue” I say to him, he looks a little bit serious now and it’s beginning to seem like a Bad dream
“ what!”