It's been a while, my apologies for being gone so long, but it's difficult to be inspired when you hardly have time for yourself. Here's a little drabble I've had on my computer for a long time. ExT stuck in traffic.
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050. Traffic
Tomoyo hummed along to the radio as she eyed the line of cars in front of her. Tapping her fingers on her steering wheel to the beat she glanced at the clock in her car, just a little over five. Tomoyo was accustomed to the peak hour traffic home, if she was lucky, she could reach home at around six, and then settle down for dinner and that evening soap opera (her guilty pleasure, but no one had to know!).
As always, her long commute home and her alone time in her car allowed her thoughts to wander and her mind to relax after a busy day. She rather enjoyed traffic jams, contrary to the rest of the world. Just to prove her point, the driver on her right blasted loudly on his car horn.
Tomoyo shook her head and sighed, didn't they get it? There was no way the cars in front could move any faster just because someone behind was horning.
Rolling her shoulders to relieve some of the tension that had built up from sitting in front of her desk all day, Tomoyo returned to her favourite activity, people watching. Looking at her rear view mirror, Tomoyo gagged as she caught sight of the driver behind picking his nose in the car. Tomoyo quickly turned to her right again, the irate driver was scowling and looked rather annoyed when he saw Tomoyo looking at him. She tried for a smile but the irate driver just pulled out his phone and resumed his scowling at the screen.
Shrugging, Tomoyo turned to her left and promptly broke out into a smile. The driver on her left was dancing. Or at least, she interpreted the wriggling of his upper body and bobbing of his head as dancing. Then, he started throwing his hands in the air and waving them around to whatever music he was probably listening to in the car. Tomoyo laughed, not caring how loud she was because no one could hear her.
Suddenly, almost as if he had heard her, the driver on the left turned and caught her eye. Instead of looking sheepish and embarrassed that he had been caught dancing, he flashed her a smile and started doing the sprinkler in her direction.
He was a rather striking fellow, Tomoyo had to admit. He had dark hair that fell into his eyes and his glasses gave him a rather intelligent air, although Tomoyo found it difficult to gel that with the rather eccentric moves he was currently busting out.
Tomoyo watched on amused, as the driver started doing the wave with his upper body, looking oddly like a snake dancing along to the tune of a snake charmer's flute. Then he switched to doing a wave with his left arm and then with his right arm and then, quite suddenly, he pointed to her.
Tomoyo wasn't sure what to do at first. The other drivers seldom acknowledged her, beyond a nod and a smile, so she was a little taken aback when the dancing driver abruptly pointed at her. Slowly, she raised her arms and did a little wave, as if transmitting an electric current from one arm to the other.
Clearly, the dancing driver approved and his smile widened as he busted out some disco dancing that would have made John Travolta proud.
And even though Tomoyo couldn't hear the music he was playing in his car, she ended up dancing along, laughing when the dancing driver did a particularly ridiculous dance move he should not be old enough to know.
Then, the dancing driver stopped dancing and started gesturing something at Tomoyo. She frowned and tilted her head. He repeated the same series of gestures, and Tomoyo realised that he was trying to communicate something.
My...dancing...you...like?
Tomoyo laughed and gave him a thumbs up.
You...dance...good...too. The dancing driver signed again, smiling at Tomoyo.
Tomoyo hoped to Kami she wasn't blushing and shook her head, she gestured to him, what...music...you...listening?
The driver laughed and Tomoyo noticed his eyes crinkled in a rather adorable way. He breathed on his window and started to write something on the little fog cloud. M...o...z...a...r...t.
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. Mozart? He was listening to Mozart but dancing along to some imaginary MC Hammer anthem? Her surprise must have been apparent because he grinned sheepishly. Tomoyo smiled back amusedly in return.
The cars on her right started crawling forward and she realised that she wouldn't be stuck in traffic much longer. Turning back to her left , she realised the dancing driver was riffling through his glove box. As she eyed the cars in front of her, she wondered if she'd be able to get his attention before she had to move. Then, he seemed to have found what he was looking for as he held up a piece of paper rather triumphantly.
She smiled as he started scribbling something. This man was rather strange. He definitely made her commute home a lot more interesting today. Then her eyes widened as he held up the paper against the window. My name is Eriol.
He pointed to himself as he held up the sign, beaming all the while.
Tomoyo had to smile. She didn't have any paper with her so she waved and mouthed, Hi Eriol.
Eriol held up another piece of paper, Meet me at this traffic light tomorrow?
Tomoyo laughed, not quite believing her eyes. Just then, the car in front of her moved forward and she waved good bye to her new friend who she soon lost track of as her lane turned right.
Tomoyo wondered if Eriol was being serious and whether it would be a little crazy to meet him at the traffic light tomorrow.
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Yea, I totally think that Eriol would be the kinda guy who would groove in his car, not caring what other people think of his mad dance skills (or lack thereof). Comments please?
