"The ride is not even coming today."
My mother had bought me a scooter, a 'scooty' as she called it, but in my entire life—twenty-two years—I still didn't know how to drive it. It had simply never been needed before.
"Finally! I got my ride."
A wave of relief washed over me. I'd been growing anxious, certain the wait would make me late.
"Are you getting late?" the driver spoke softly, his voice gentle. "If not, could we make a quick stop somewhere? I have to give something to my daughter before I drop you off."
He spoke so nicely that I was unable to deny him. He veered off toward his daughter's location, a direction quite opposite from my workplace. But his manner was so pleasant my heart couldn't say no.
After taking turn after turn, we finally reached my office."I wish the day will end soon." I had only just arrived at what was usually called a showroom, though I preferred to pronounce it as 'office.'
"Good morning." My boss greeted me from behind, startling me.
"Good morning, sir."
"Are you fine?" I must have looked flustered, perhaps even panicking slightly from the rush.
I rushed to my front desk, sat down, and managed my belongings. My job in the sales department meant I usually sat right here and waited for customers.
"Smile, smile," I always whispered to myself before a potential customer entered.
"Hey, hey."
"Good morning."
Two voices came from the front, belonging to my other coworkers. They were genuinely nice to me.
"Are you getting comfortable?" one asked, a friendly check-in.
"Yes, I'm quite comfortable with my work."
"If you have any problems, you can talk to me," the other offered sincerely.
"I will." My words had always been short. I usually didn't talk much, yet they had put me in the one department that required the most talking.