Chapter 409. We Encounter a Strange Spaced-out Girl Stranded on the Highway. (2/10)
I scanned her over from head to toe. She had beautiful golden chest-length hair. A sleeveless brown mini vest, open at the front. Beneath the vest was a black, tight-fitted, almost corset-like, denim overall that accentuated her slender waist. The overalls were tucked under her ample bosom and the straps wrapped around the sides of her breasts, hidden under her vest.
Beneath her overalls and vest, a sleeveless white collared shirt. It was a miracle how that white collared shirt managed to not burst with how tight it looked. The overalls she had were very tight on the legs, however, it was open at the butt and a pair of tight blue jeans could be seen beneath them.
She had a red bandanna tied around her neck in a knot at the front. But the cherry on top was the white sun hat on her head with a few holes which let a few of the sun’s rays shine through. It somehow complimented her outfit perfectly by casting small beams of light on her clothes.
I raised my hand off the handle, grabbed her hand in the air, and said, “Excuse me, Miss. Are you okay?”
Only when I did that, did her head turn toward us. When I was met with her light sky blue eyes, I couldn’t help but notice how serene they were. Her lips were slightly parted and quite cute.
“I’m fine, I’m jus outta gas.”
It took a while, but she finally spoke up. Her voice was soft and tender and had a melodious ring to it. She looked cool but sounded warm.
“If you need some gas we can give you some.”
“Are you two… from the city?”
Rather than focus on my offer she suddenly posed that with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she tilted her head to one side.
“What makes you think that?”
“Your... uh… girlfriend looks pretty like a city girl.”
“Haha… well, we are from a city, but not from a city around here. We’re actually on vacation and traveling right now.”
“Oh, that’s quite interesting.” She seemed especially intrigued when I mentioned we weren’t from a nearby city.
“Uh, about your pickup truck, didn’t you say you needed gas?”
“Ah. I forgot. Yeah, I do. Would ya be willing to spare some? I can pay ya for it.”
“Don’t worry about it, you can have it for free, no strings attached.”
“What? There’s no way I can take it for free.”
“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it.”
“Ran, how long do you intend to hold her hand for?”
When Rosa brought it up, the girl with sky blue eyes in front of me let out an, “Ah.”
I released her hand upon which she immediately pulled it back and stuck her thumb into the lining of her jeans at the side closer to her rear.
“Haha. Sorry about that. But you were spacing out and weren’t reacting at all despite being called out to. I was checking your pulse to see if it was normal.”
Rosa hummed, “Hmmm… that sure is a convenient story to hold a girl's hand. Sure wish I thought of that one…” Rosa turned her head to the side and grumbled the last part under her breath.
“Huh? You were calling out tuh me before?”
“I was the one who called out to you. I even waved my hand in front of your face, but you didn’t react at all.”
“Sorry bout that. That… sorta happens a lot with me. I kinda lose myself daydreaming a lot.”
“Oh, and what are you daydreaming about?” Rosa’s curiosity was piqued as she dug for more details.
“Uh… it’sa kinda embarassin.” She removed her right thumb from the lining of her jeans, raised her hand, and scratched the side of her right cheek with her index finger.
“Is it love? Heheh, do you have a boyfriend you’re dreaming of all day?” Rosa playfully teased.
“A boyfriend?” She had a weird look on her face as she repeated the term.
“Huh? What’s with that look? Is that not it?”
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What? How do you not have one? You’re so pretty.”
“Pretty? Yuh don’t need to try an’ make me feel better… I’m not pretty like the girls from the city like you. Guys out here in the country don’t even talk tuh me.”
“Guys don’t talk to you? Where are those guys? Show me those blind fools. I’ll beat some sense into those morons for you,” Rosa snapped back.
“You don’t need to go an’ do that.”
“Ran, is she pretty?”
“Huh? What are you dragging me into this for?”
“Is she pretty or not?”
“Yuh don’t need to put your boyfriend on the spot like that. It’s obvious what the answer will be.”
“You don’t know unless you hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. I think you’re pretty and I’m sure my boyfriend also thinks the same. So? Ran? Answer the question.”
“It’s really fine, yuh don’t need tuh an-”
“She’s not pretty, Rosa…”
When I cut her off her gaze lowered to the ground a bit dejected. She sighed out and had an ‘as expected’ look on her face.
She let out a self derisive laugh, “Haha… right?”
“Ran, don’t bully her and finish that sentence, you jerk.”
“I think the term ‘she’s a beauty’ is more appropriate for her than simply saying she’s pretty, don’t you agree?”
“Oh? Haha. Yeah, yeah. Now that you mention it, just calling her pretty doesn’t do her justice at all.”
“Huh? A beauty? Who? Where?”
I pointed at her face.
She stepped out of the way and looked in the direction I pointed to see where said beauty was. When she turned her head back to me and noticed my finger was pointed directly at her, she asked, “Uh, is there someone moving around behind me as I turn that I can’t see?”
“No, I’m pointing at you, not anyone or anything behind you. The beauty I’m referring to is none other than you. Just because you’re from the country doesn’t mean you can’t compare to a girl in the city.”
“Besides, if you ask me, a girl out in the country who’s more humble and down to earth is quite a catch. A lot of girls in the city are a bunch of narcissistic bitches with their heads up their own asses high in the clouds. If you went to the city, there would be a long line of guys trying to get close to you. As for guys around here, I can’t really speak on their behalf, but if they don’t talk to you, they’re either just too shy, braindead, or they really are blind like Rosa said.”
Her serene expression hadn’t changed much, but there was a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Yuh shouldn’t be complimenting other girls in front of your girlfriend like that,” she scolded.
“Haha, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if he compliments another girl in front of me if I also think the same of that girl.”
“Huh? Yuh don’t? Why?”
“I guess I just prefer us being open with each other about things and saying what we really think rather than hiding it.”
“Yuh don’t hide things from each other?”
Rosa elaborated, “Well, when it comes to certain things. But not hiding anything at all would make things boring so there are some things we don’t go out of our way to talk about unless it comes out naturally.”
“I see. That kinda relationship… sounds nice. I wish I could find a guy I could be like that with one day.”
“Putting that aside, why don’t we fill up your tank?”
“Uh… sure.”
We got off my motorcycle and I opened up the tank.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“It’s Dawn.”
Dawn? I couldn’t help but think it fit her well.
She reached into the back of her pickup truck, then pulled out a tube and empty jerrycan.
“Dawn? That’s a nice name.”
“Your boyfriend called you Rosa, right?”
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“And Ron is his?”
“It’s spelled R-A-N but sounds similar to Ron.”
“I see.”
Chapter 409. We Encounter a Strange Spaced-out Girl Stranded on the Highway. (2/10)
I scanned her over from head to toe. She had beautiful golden chest-length hair. A sleeveless brown mini vest, open at the front. Beneath the vest was a black, tight-fitted, almost corset-like, denim overall that accentuated her slender waist. The overalls were tucked under her ample bosom and the straps wrapped around the sides of her breasts, hidden under her vest.
Beneath her overalls and vest, a sleeveless white collared shirt. It was a miracle how that white collared shirt managed to not burst with how tight it looked. The overalls she had were very tight on the legs, however, it was open at the butt and a pair of tight blue jeans could be seen beneath them.
She had a red bandanna tied around her neck in a knot at the front. But the cherry on top was the white sun hat on her head with a few holes which let a few of the sun’s rays shine through. It somehow complimented her outfit perfectly by casting small beams of light on her clothes.
I raised my hand off the handle, grabbed her hand in the air, and said, “Excuse me, Miss. Are you okay?”
Only when I did that, did her head turn toward us. When I was met with her light sky blue eyes, I couldn’t help but notice how serene they were. Her lips were slightly parted and quite cute.
“I’m fine, I’m jus outta gas.”
It took a while, but she finally spoke up. Her voice was soft and tender and had a melodious ring to it. She looked cool but sounded warm.
“If you need some gas we can give you some.”
“Are you two… from the city?”
Rather than focus on my offer she suddenly posed that with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she tilted her head to one side.
“What makes you think that?”
“Your... uh… girlfriend looks pretty like a city girl.”
“Haha… well, we are from a city, but not from a city around here. We’re actually on vacation and traveling right now.”
“Oh, that’s quite interesting.” She seemed especially intrigued when I mentioned we weren’t from a nearby city.
“Uh, about your pickup truck, didn’t you say you needed gas?”
“Ah. I forgot. Yeah, I do. Would ya be willing to spare some? I can pay ya for it.”
“Don’t worry about it, you can have it for free, no strings attached.”
“What? There’s no way I can take it for free.”
“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it.”
“Ran, how long do you intend to hold her hand for?”
When Rosa brought it up, the girl with sky blue eyes in front of me let out an, “Ah.”
I released her hand upon which she immediately pulled it back and stuck her thumb into the lining of her jeans at the side closer to her rear.
“Haha. Sorry about that. But you were spacing out and weren’t reacting at all despite being called out to. I was checking your pulse to see if it was normal.”
Rosa hummed, “Hmmm… that sure is a convenient story to hold a girl's hand. Sure wish I thought of that one…” Rosa turned her head to the side and grumbled the last part under her breath.
“Huh? You were calling out tuh me before?”
“I was the one who called out to you. I even waved my hand in front of your face, but you didn’t react at all.”
“Sorry bout that. That… sorta happens a lot with me. I kinda lose myself daydreaming a lot.”
“Oh, and what are you daydreaming about?” Rosa’s curiosity was piqued as she dug for more details.
“Uh… it’sa kinda embarassin.” She removed her right thumb from the lining of her jeans, raised her hand, and scratched the side of her right cheek with her index finger.
“Is it love? Heheh, do you have a boyfriend you’re dreaming of all day?” Rosa playfully teased.
“A boyfriend?” She had a weird look on her face as she repeated the term.
“Huh? What’s with that look? Is that not it?”
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What? How do you not have one? You’re so pretty.”
“Pretty? Yuh don’t need to try an’ make me feel better… I’m not pretty like the girls from the city like you. Guys out here in the country don’t even talk tuh me.”
“Guys don’t talk to you? Where are those guys? Show me those blind fools. I’ll beat some sense into those morons for you,” Rosa snapped back.
“You don’t need to go an’ do that.”
“Ran, is she pretty?”
“Huh? What are you dragging me into this for?”
“Is she pretty or not?”
“Yuh don’t need to put your boyfriend on the spot like that. It’s obvious what the answer will be.”
“You don’t know unless you hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. I think you’re pretty and I’m sure my boyfriend also thinks the same. So? Ran? Answer the question.”
“It’s really fine, yuh don’t need tuh an-”
“She’s not pretty, Rosa…”
When I cut her off her gaze lowered to the ground a bit dejected. She sighed out and had an ‘as expected’ look on her face.
She let out a self derisive laugh, “Haha… right?”
“Ran, don’t bully her and finish that sentence, you jerk.”
“I think the term ‘she’s a beauty’ is more appropriate for her than simply saying she’s pretty, don’t you agree?”
“Oh? Haha. Yeah, yeah. Now that you mention it, just calling her pretty doesn’t do her justice at all.”
“Huh? A beauty? Who? Where?”
I pointed at her face.
She stepped out of the way and looked in the direction I pointed to see where said beauty was. When she turned her head back to me and noticed my finger was pointed directly at her, she asked, “Uh, is there someone moving around behind me as I turn that I can’t see?”
“No, I’m pointing at you, not anyone or anything behind you. The beauty I’m referring to is none other than you. Just because you’re from the country doesn’t mean you can’t compare to a girl in the city.”
“Besides, if you ask me, a girl out in the country who’s more humble and down to earth is quite a catch. A lot of girls in the city are a bunch of narcissistic bitches with their heads up their own asses high in the clouds. If you went to the city, there would be a long line of guys trying to get close to you. As for guys around here, I can’t really speak on their behalf, but if they don’t talk to you, they’re either just too shy, braindead, or they really are blind like Rosa said.”
Her serene expression hadn’t changed much, but there was a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Yuh shouldn’t be complimenting other girls in front of your girlfriend like that,” she scolded.
“Haha, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if he compliments another girl in front of me if I also think the same of that girl.”
“Huh? Yuh don’t? Why?”
“I guess I just prefer us being open with each other about things and saying what we really think rather than hiding it.”
“Yuh don’t hide things from each other?”
Rosa elaborated, “Well, when it comes to certain things. But not hiding anything at all would make things boring so there are some things we don’t go out of our way to talk about unless it comes out naturally.”
“I see. That kinda relationship… sounds nice. I wish I could find a guy I could be like that with one day.”
“Putting that aside, why don’t we fill up your tank?”
“Uh… sure.”
We got off my motorcycle and I opened up the tank.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“It’s Dawn.”
Dawn? I couldn’t help but think it fit her well.
She reached into the back of her pickup truck, then pulled out a tube and empty jerrycan.
“Dawn? That’s a nice name.”
“Your boyfriend called you Rosa, right?”
“Yeah, that’s my name.”
“And Ron is his?”
“It’s spelled R-A-N but sounds similar to Ron.”
“I see.”
