10

After a week, my phone rang and it was...

Nat..

I picked without any other thought. "Are you free tonight? Can you accompany me to the bar on the next street to main." She asked. "Time?" I asked her while getting into short A lined skirt. She came after a short while. She was driving an expensive car and it was, pitch black with no Street lights. "Can I ask you one thing?"

I nodded, "why don't you dress for your body type?" She told me. "BABE, I guess you have a wrong idea about this dressing thing. I guess you still haven't discovered the way of dressing that will make YOU feel confident and then, you won't be looking at the ground always and also girls do not dress to show anyone, we dress according to the venue, mood and wax appointments" she was speaking again like a pro.

I also want sometimes to dress but then at an instant feel unmotivated. Many people would say, DREAM. I don't care if I live or die, it just doesn't matter at all, not to anyone, not to ME also. "It would matter to me, If you would die". she spoked. I didn't knew how to react cause no one ever said that to me; well I never told anyone about it. I smiled at her with my lips pressed together.

Under all those passing shadows I was able to see the brim in my eyes in the rearview mirror . I lowered the windows and let the wind smash to my face to wipe off the tears. We reached a destination I don't know about. "Where are we? This doesn't look like a Bar to me."

"Welcome to my HOUSE" she said this by raising her arms in the air.

It's more like a hotel. Don't tell me this is your...".