more last night
but by the time I got off the bus you were gone.” Rachel felt guilty now. She
hid her face in the notebook that she clutched to her chest.
“I live right across the street. It was less than a five
minute walk to my dorm. I feel terrible now. You must have thought that I
vanished into thin air.” Jason chuckled a little as she sat down next to him.
“Yeah, something like that. I was a little tempted to
check the skies to see if maybe you had flown off on a broom or something.”
Rachel playfully punched his arm.
“Hey! I’m nowhere near as evil as a witch!” He pretended
like the punch had hurt him, real bad.
“Oh, ouch. She’s broken my arm! She’s so strong.”
Rachel’s whole face turned bright red in embarrassment. She saw a bit of
regret flash across his face. Good, maybe he wasn’t the type of guy that liked
to embarrass women for his own amusement. That was good to know.
“Oh, stop it you big baby. It didn’t even hurt.” He
stopped rubbing his arm, and laughed once more.
“I know it doesn’t hurt, but you’re really cute when you
blush.” That statement made her blush even more, and she watched as he grinned
at her in a self-satisfied kind of way. She looked away from him to try to get
her normal coloring back, and saw that the chaperone from the day before was
back. She strode up to the front of the room and cleared her throat to get
everyone’s attention.
“Good morning, class. Normally on Fridays, we go to the
outdoor flea market in a town that’s close by and we spend the afternoon wine
tasting. It’s raining pretty good outside, but we will still go on our trip.
The weather here in Italy is strange. It doesn’t always know what it wants to
do. Maybe by the time we get to Pordenone, the rain will have stopped. If
not, there are plenty of stores in the area and little café’s that we can wait
out the storm in. If the weather is bad, then the wine tasting will be
that much better. If you need to use the restroom, do it now. We will be
getting on the bus in fifteen minutes.” Rachel got up to use the restroom.
Jason stayed sitting down, and that led her to believe that he would be waiting
for her to get back before he got on the bus. She was right. When she came
back, the two of them did their best to stay dry from the door of the building
to the door of the bus, but to no avail. Rachel’s hair was about five shades
darker when it got wet, and it curled tightly around her face. Her mom always
told her that it gave her a younger, fresher look. A pang of homesickness shot
through her, and she stumbled on the step. Jason heard her slip and spun
around to try to catch her arm.
“Thanks. I didn’t realize that the steps would be that
slippery.” He pulled her up in front of him.
“Here, you go ahead of me, just in case.” Rachel was
mortified again. She’d made a fool of herself in front of this handsome young
man that may or may not be in her life past today. If he was, then she didn’t
want to look like a perpetual klutz. If he wasn’t, she didn’t want to be remembered as a perpetual klutz. Either way she was afraid it was a lose-lose situation.
She made her way towards the back and found a seat. He sat down next to her
and stretched his long legs into the aisle. He shook out his coat, as much away
from her as he could get. He was considerate of trying not to get her wet.
All in all, a gentleman. The chaperone got on the bus and counted heads before
she took the seat right behind the driver. She hadn’t told them how long the
ride was going to be, but it was alright. Rachel was happy with watching the
scenery, even if it was through a rain streaked window.
It was almost an hour later when the bus came to a stop in
a crowded street that looked like it was in the middle of nowhere. When they
got off the bus and it drove off, however, Rachel could see
but by the time I got off the bus you were gone.” Rachel felt guilty now. She
hid her face in the notebook that she clutched to her chest.
“I live right across the street. It was less than a five
minute walk to my dorm. I feel terrible now. You must have thought that I
vanished into thin air.” Jason chuckled a little as she sat down next to him.
“Yeah, something like that. I was a little tempted to
check the skies to see if maybe you had flown off on a broom or something.”
Rachel playfully punched his arm.
“Hey! I’m nowhere near as evil as a witch!” He pretended
like the punch had hurt him, real bad.
“Oh, ouch. She’s broken my arm! She’s so strong.”
Rachel’s whole face turned bright red in embarrassment. She saw a bit of
regret flash across his face. Good, maybe he wasn’t the type of guy that liked
to embarrass women for his own amusement. That was good to know.
“Oh, stop it you big baby. It didn’t even hurt.” He
stopped rubbing his arm, and laughed once more.
“I know it doesn’t hurt, but you’re really cute when you
blush.” That statement made her blush even more, and she watched as he grinned
at her in a self-satisfied kind of way. She looked away from him to try to get
her normal coloring back, and saw that the chaperone from the day before was
back. She strode up to the front of the room and cleared her throat to get
everyone’s attention.
“Good morning, class. Normally on Fridays, we go to the
outdoor flea market in a town that’s close by and we spend the afternoon wine
tasting. It’s raining pretty good outside, but we will still go on our trip.
The weather here in Italy is strange. It doesn’t always know what it wants to
do. Maybe by the time we get to Pordenone, the rain will have stopped. If
not, there are plenty of stores in the area and little café’s that we can wait
out the storm in. If the weather is bad, then the wine tasting will be
that much better. If you need to use the restroom, do it now. We will be
getting on the bus in fifteen minutes.” Rachel got up to use the restroom.
Jason stayed sitting down, and that led her to believe that he would be waiting
for her to get back before he got on the bus. She was right. When she came
back, the two of them did their best to stay dry from the door of the building
to the door of the bus, but to no avail. Rachel’s hair was about five shades
darker when it got wet, and it curled tightly around her face. Her mom always
told her that it gave her a younger, fresher look. A pang of homesickness shot
through her, and she stumbled on the step. Jason heard her slip and spun
around to try to catch her arm.
“Thanks. I didn’t realize that the steps would be that
slippery.” He pulled her up in front of him.
“Here, you go ahead of me, just in case.” Rachel was
mortified again. She’d made a fool of herself in front of this handsome young
man that may or may not be in her life past today. If he was, then she didn’t
want to look like a perpetual klutz. If he wasn’t, she didn’t want to be remembered as a perpetual klutz. Either way she was afraid it was a lose-lose situation.
She made her way towards the back and found a seat. He sat down next to her
and stretched his long legs into the aisle. He shook out his coat, as much away
from her as he could get. He was considerate of trying not to get her wet.
All in all, a gentleman. The chaperone got on the bus and counted heads before
she took the seat right behind the driver. She hadn’t told them how long the
ride was going to be, but it was alright. Rachel was happy with watching the
scenery, even if it was through a rain streaked window.
It was almost an hour later when the bus came to a stop in
a crowded street that looked like it was in the middle of nowhere. When they
got off the bus and it drove off, however, Rachel could see
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