A Callous Player

went dry

before and behind me were uniformed. . .who could not be the students from the private business school nearby because of the heated discussion about who was best at roasti

blivious to the presenc

an standing by my seat and hiccuped to see

f to act indifferent even when

take that bus. Anyone in his pl

I was just an ordinary-looking girl with three sets of dresses she repeated every week

get my side view. . .not my entire face, wh

window. The ticket collector came toward my seat, and I paid my fare, even though my heart ached to hand him my dinner fees

tirred from her seat and got up afte

, well, of course, excluding the flight, as I had a fear of heights, and then, in the

I watched that man from the corner of my eyes and saw his already on mine, not on the window he was trying to open. The sweat on his forehead and his nose m

which he complied like the good man he was. He had it slippery, the lock, I me

the tires. It made me sick, so I ground my

ou fro

aliva when I hea

o hold for a while, I asked,

gain went dry when it turned out the bar I worked at night. I felt my palms getting sweaty because that ink was also triggering. My n

and that was enough

covers most of the streets of this entire city." Getting a grip on myself, I suggested to

to the window, that small smile I had on my face that always appeared when the cool breeze outside touched my face now fell when he said in a deep baritone voice with his mout

ran cold

urquoise blue water beach. Then I noticed his eyes behind those dark shades he had on. The color of his eyes wasn't possible for me to see, but I felt how cold they were as he lingered on my face. In other circumstance

e mistook that for my fear that I felt intimidated by him, so he chuckled with a scoff

sing the power button on the side of his iPhone, he tried to unlock it, and again the

when my cell vi

ad now. Can I use yours?" Gripping my bag tight, I looked at him, who sneered at me, "It's my mom I want to call. She is worried about me as she knows how I hate to los

nd that boiled my blood. I didn't even know him. How could he expect me to fangirl h

ed through my teeth, "

"Then whose phone is vibratin

ng then, but maybe he had heard that sound when I received a message a moment ago. "O

ng and twisting causally like he wouldn't care if that broke, and then I heard his amused laughter. "How poor can someone be to do monthly recharge on her number." Bri

that. He meant something way too dirty, and an instant disgust rose in my heart for him. I wished those kids were quiet and hadn't

stood up, "Move, please

tted the moment I chose the window s

" He asked, tilti

, so I spat, clutching my bag tight, "Old

y here, Miss. The footage there with yo

ar skillfully, but why did he keep calling me a stalker? He was the one who followed me here on the bus and stood by my seat. He even asked me for my phone! Didn't he hav

ody slightly to the other side, he cleared my way to leave that seat and said huskily, "It i

blankly and go

ty like the passengers in that stoppage did. But my parents raised me to be like that

off that bus, I thought about giving him a reality check. So, I brought my face close

e dark glasses and black face masks

narky remark, the bus halted before

the post office. Turning around, I waved a