Completely lost in my thoughts, I mind-lapsed and forgot I had to catch the bus. So, when I look at my phone to find I have three freaking minutes to get to the stop—I run, kicking myself internally. The moment I round the last corner, I can see my transport up ahead. It’s stopped, loading a bunch of passengers and I think I could make it. Picking up speed I bee-line for the doors, but it starts to pick up speed just before I get to them.
Still running, I flail my arms violently, chasing after the moving vehicle with a quickly diminishing speed. I thank my lucky stars when I catch the driver's attention, and he slows to a stop.
“Lucky the traffic’s light today, son,” the elderly driver says as I climb onboard.
With a snub of a chuckle, and payment for the ride, I thank him again and make my way to the first available seat. I don’t want to hold anyone up more than I already have, and after that sprint, I feel like I may collapse if I’m too picky. The hard plastic of the chair does little to ease the aching in my quads, but at least sitting I won’t fall over.
Me
This one is a no as well
Kade
Shit! That sux man! Want me to send some more?
Me
yea guess so
Zane
Sorry bro, I can talk to Mike again if you want?
Me
All good, man. If I need to, I’ll reach out to him myself
I shake my head, lowering my chin to my chest and closing my eyes, while I wait for the contacts from Kade. I know he’ll deliver another handful he’s found and I’ll have to start this damn process all over again. The bus doesn’t seem as crowded as it normally does for this time of day, and for that, I’m grateful. I hate nothing more than getting on and having barely any standing room. You feel like an uncooked spaghetti noodle, still stuck in the back but one good blow from snapping in half.
My thoughts are wandering, taking me out of this bus and staring outside the window in a glazed over daze. The signal tweets for the next drop-off location and a woman makes her way to the front. As she passes, a hint of lemon and lavender hits my nose, assaulting the smell receptors with its sweet yet tangy aroma. It can only be from the one woman, and I look her way. She’s got legs for fucking days and a nice, round, perky ass.
Maybe that’s what I need to take the edge off… a night of wild, raw, erotic fucking to lessen the tension I’m feeling.
I’m still watching the woman walk off the bus, my head turning over which would be the best way to get laid. I could always call one of the ring girls. Lord knows they are always down for a casual hookup, and I know a few have been lingering around me more in the recent weeks. Multiples seem to pop up whenever I attend one of Zane’s matches, hanging off me like leeches with tits.
Even the mere thought of having to peel them off me like last time spurs an incoming headache. My eyes close and I once again lay my head against the seat, my fingers rubbing at my temples hoping for some relief. When the heavens don’t seem to be on my side and it doesn’t work, my head lolls to the side. Every single thought, both rational and irrational, flies out of my head in a single file line as I look out the window and have to do a double take.
No. Fucking. Way.
The woman standing on the sidewalk, the same one who just passed me on the bus, is her.It’s Addy.I’m so positive I would even let Zane kick me in the nuts if I turned out to be wrong. She’s fighting with her hair, throwing it up on the top of her head to get it out of the way. But the way her emerald eyes glisten in the sun, the way her tongue sticks—
Hey wait a minute, why am I moving?
The bus lurches forward, taking off again to continue its route, which has me not so gracefully pushing my face against the window trying to hold on to the glimpse of her. Her hair is still as black as a raven's wing, her body tan and toned—it’s gotta be her.
Without blinking I swing around, smashing my palm against the button to get off as our wonderful driver was just about to pass the next stop. Mutteringunintelligible curses under his breath—reminding me to check the age limit for drivers with Miami Metro—he steps on the brakes. I race to get off the bus, ignoring the man's lectures on proper etiquette when signalling for a stop, and with a chaste smile in his direction, run back down the sidewalk. I’m only one stop ahead, she couldn’t have gotten that far. There are no other buses on this road that I can see, and she didn’t seem like she was in a hurry.
Labored breathing is all that can be heard as I duck and weave through the Miami crowd. My eyes are checking every corner and alley for that mop of black hair nesting on top of her head. It’s been less than five minutes since I lost sight of her, where could she have gone?
My legs take me further and further down the street, pedestrians passing by with looks of worry and disdain. No doubt curious as to what drugs I must have taken to be acting this frantic. A few of them ask if I’ve lost my mind, and it’s disheartening to think that I might have. But if there’s a chance, even a small one, that our Bear is here… that she has returned…
Another ten minutes of searching there’s no results, with the exception of my increasing frustration. I know it was her. She was on the bus, she passed right beside me and I could smell her perfume. Now more than ever, I know yesterday was not an illusion. It’s not possible that both Max and I are going mad… at least not right at the same time. My phone chimes, multiple messages coming through from Kade in our private thread. At least another half a dozen agents to call and book appointments with, but they’re now the last thing on my mind.
Me
Guys, I think Max might be on to something… I don’t think it was an illusion he saw yesterday
Zane
