Baby ! Baby, baby ohhhh - !"
"Ah, baby, baby baby-! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh-!"
"Helen, TURN THE RADIO BACK TO NEWS! Oh my god..."
"Why NOT pop, Miria?! Pop music is PERFECTLY matched with DRIVING! HOHOOOOOOOOOO-!" Helen was sitting on the driving seat, both hands holding the steering wheel, humming the tune from the radio, free and easy.
To pass this three-days' vacation, Miria determined to kill her luxurious leisure time at the seaside, together with her childhood playmates, Clare, Helen and Deneve. They grew up in the same orphanage, lived together, played together even slept together. Utterly different were their dispositions, though, they'd lived together totally in harmony and joy. She always protected Clare, who was small as a child from bullied; Helen was always keen on playing tricks on Deneve, such a naughty little girl...
She couldn't help laughing at the thought. The time she became a trainee in the organization, they almost lost their contact. Destiny brought them together again, and now, she was travelling with them. This unexpected reunion was quite surprising.
"Wow-! Hey, cool dude there!"
"Please...Focus on your driving Helen!" Miria buried her face, and sighed with profound resignation," I might have known that..."
"You're driving like a snail pacing! Faster, Helen! Oh, I might have known that..." Denenve was repeating her words, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Look, Miria." Clare, who'd kept silent long finally looked at her and spoke, "I've been curious...about your temporary job, for quite a long time. You seem busy in recent years."
"Well, in fact..." She felt awkward. Her job was completely a secrecy to the public, undoubtly. If she told them the truth, it would trouble herself a lot- she might lose her job, or even worse, wiped out from this world.
She had to make up a story.
"Of course there're reasons for my busyness. Kid you not, I was employed by a private enterprise, constantly forced to work overtime."
"Agh-Jeez, What a poor fellow!" Helen screamed, storming ahead through the red light, then a torrent of curses breaking out from every side.
"Longer working time and higher pay, you see, Miria is now totally different from the past; I've sensed the air of an upper-class woman." Deneve murmured, taking her eyes on her childhood friend.
"OHHHHHH THAT'S TERRIFIC! Your turn to treat next time!" "I couldn't agree more."
"Guys, hang on! We're gonna speed up-!" She shouted and abruptly revved the engine to full power, the car breezing along the road like an arrow, the sound of engines beginning to roll up.
"Hey! Be gentle with this poor car! It's HIRED!"
"HOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHA-! That was so cool!" Helen enthused," What a good great joy racing here!"
"You're driving like a snail, Helen. GET FASTER!"
"That's enough Deneve; Seems that somebody has been scared to death already." Clare laughed a bit, pointing towards that spiky hair blond; her face looked extremely terrible.
Thanks to her "superb" driving skill, the four soon arrived at their destination.
Before their eyes came long golden beaches, with every corner of beaches filled with mass of people in recent high season. On seeing this scene, Miria could not help but sense scalp numb- She hated these pressing crowd, always making her feel claustrophobic in spite of she didn't have trypophobia at all. She's just a private person, no more than that.
Helen seemed to have joined this fun, after leaving her clothes off, holding her surfboard, she jumping into the water in good time; Clare was right behind her, with life ring in arms, ready to have this jolly time.
"Let's go over and join them." Deneve put on her dark sunglasses and pulled the spiky blond by the hem of her clothes, pacing forward and joining them.
"So...what?" Miria sighed slightly, looking straight at tangling stuffs jammed in the trunk of the car; sunshade shelters, beach chairs, tents, grills, gas stoves...What? Am I going to take ALL OF THESE? You slackers...
"What on earth are these? knives, forks...Oh, wait, what's that? Creams? Are we going with so many things?Damn it! The crack of doom is still long way away, refugees!"
She cursed to herself, the moment she started to move, a gentle, familiar voice floating from aside.
"Need any help?"
She followed the sound, a long, the colour suddenly rising in her cheeks when a long, pale thigh under the swimsuit entering her line of vision.
"Ga...Galatea? Why...are you there too?!"
"Why not here?" Galatea took her sunglasses off, casting her a subtile smile, "Don't overthink it; I've just happened to pass by."
She explained, and easily lifted up a sunshade shelter at the side.
"Come on! I'm sincere in helping you! Don't look so sulky." She blinked flirtatiously at her. Miria avoided her eyes in shy, trying to hide her gamut of emotions inside.
"Fine...Let's go then; they are still waiting round here."