Bare eyes

This story is the first in Valentine's series by members of the Vocal Creators Saloon group on Facebook. Look out for the next stories!

Friday, 7 p.m. The best way to start a weekend is to spend some time relaxing with friends. That must be the only cliché that Nadia liked. February arrived, and she thought that It couldn’t get worst. She was wrong.

Nadia lived near his office, so she was walking while listening to music and trying not to sing along. It was a ten minutes walk to the subway station, she never felt pressured to catch the first train like today. She planned to get home, take a quick shower, glamour up, and call a Lyft.

There was a new bar that they wanted to check today far from their metropolitan area. Nadia didn’t have a car nor needed one daily, and her friends were already at the restaurant waiting for her.

Once she arrived home and all things went according to plan, she was ready to go out and take that Lyft. There were a lot of reports about women that had been kidnapped after entering the wrong car, so Nadia was waiting inside her home until the ride was right at her entrance.

It was warmer inside, and the light was perfect for her to check her glam in the leaner mirror. She wasn’t petite, her beautiful chestnut skin tone was pastel blue with golden accessories: round earrings, a tiger pendant, and a golden ankle strap for shoes.

Ping. The ride was waiting. Nadia was texting her friends while approaching the car, something got stuck and her foot came off the shoe. She met the ground, and a big laugh came from the car.

Fart me! - Nadia cried. - You want a damn ankle for your list, sidewalk of hell?

The laugh was approaching her. Nadia looked up and saw a man reaching her with his hand. He was wearing a white shirt with a yellow coat, and dark jeans. She ignored his hand, getting up alone.

Do you need any help, Miss? - The man was trying to contain his laughter.

Do not call me Miss, mister! - She shouted.

And what do I call you, then?

Be quiet. Silence is a virtue.

Do you want a lift then, Miss Be quiet? - He was enjoying this moment.

Have you seen it all, or do you need another look? - Nadia was annoyed. How dare that stranger to talk to her like that.

Peace! - He makes the peace symbol with his hands and goes back to the car. - If you want that ride, it’s a good time to get inside.

Her sigh was louder than usual while she got in the car. No music, no pep talk, the journey was being too long and felt like torture.

Mister, could you turn up the radio? - Nadia asked politely.

Silence is a virtue.

Ah! Ah! You are so funny! - She said, crossing her arms.

I hear that a lot. - He answered.

I bet. - The driver turned up the radio and the song filled the car. “Love is in the air, everywhere I look around…” - Could you change the music? - She asked.

Why? - The driver asked. - “And I don't know if I'm being foolish…” - He started to sing the music. - I do love John Paul Young’s songs.

The radio continued one romantic song after another. This is the curse of Saint Valentine's Day. Nadia hated it.

Thank you for the ride. See you never. - The ride was over, and she ran off the car after.

Rate me five stars! Have a nice evening. - Nadia hasn’t heard his words.

Once she entered the restaurant her friends noticed something different, and she told her crazy story. They all laughed, and Nadia was feeling herself once again.

It was midnight and time to get into the bar. They all catch a ride with Helen. It was starting to be a superb night for Nadia that she forgot the bad start. The drinks were good, the music was perfect to dance, and the girls were enjoying the night.

I do not believe this. - Shouted Nadia after seeing that man walking inside.

What? - Asked her friend Sasha.

That man! - She pointed at the man with the yellow coat.

What man? You need to be more specific. - Said Sasha confused.

The Lyft man! - Nadia was frustrated. - I’ll go after him. A stalker needs to be kept in his place!

You’re vicious today! - Sasha didn’t understand. - WAIT!

Nadia was already moving, trying to reach that stalker at the bar's counter. If he wanted to be burnt today, she would help him get him there! While she was getting closer, he was pretending to talk to a man who was holding a glass in his hand.

To be continued...by Julie!

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Julie Lacksonen | Angela Derscha | Anna Turnitsa | Courtney Capone