Angels and Humans | Ep10 | Suited
She watched them both leave
It was the morning after the explosion and he had slept surprisingly well. There was something about being in that house, or more likely, being in their presence that calmed his mind. Normally when his head hit the pillow, a rush of thoughts would come about the coming days, very rarely about the past but perhaps, now that everything was changed, the future had become even murkier than destiny allows one to see.
He had always known there was something inside him, something that would eventually escape its confines and reveal itself. What it was he could not imagine, just that it was there. He had long stopped thinking about it though as he had dismissed it as fantasy. Through all of his observations, he had realised that many have a hero complex, many think themselves special, even when their actions are anything but.
Now though, the thought had returned and the force of the feeling swelled inside his chest, pushing against the rib cage from the inside. He had not felt it in this way before, change was coming and in light of recent events, maybe his fantasy was justified.
He looked across at her as she casually drove the silver Mercedes much, much to fast through the winding hills. The spell cast by her eyes had been broken, her beauty however was unmistakable and in the white shift dress that split up her leg, she radiated glamour.
Why he thought, do men always objectify a woman, even if only mentally? He already knew what she was and had seen a glimpse of her capabilities, yet still he saw her as a woman, a potential partner. Perhaps human genetics always played a role in this and it was unavoidable, perhaps it must be this way. His thoughts were interrupted by her words, as were his eyes.
"You needn't worry."
"The speed? If I can't trust you, who can I trust?"
"Ha, true but, it wasn't the speedometer you were just looking at. I don't know why so many have hangups about their bodies or that of others. Everyone is so judgemental and knowing about what is right and wrong in life. As if they actually knew."
"Really, so He doesn't care?"
"'He' does not, nor is there a he to care, or a she for that matter. It is humans that attempt to understand through labels and it is humans that attempt to personify something they cannot possibly grasp. It is because of this inability they instead grasp at straws. You are a non-believer anyway."
"Yes, yet here I sit next to an angel driving as if running from hell."
"It isn't so bad."
"Yeah, I actually like the speed."
"No, hell."
He looked at her again to see if there was any humour but could not detect any. Not that this was a surprise as he had found that both Sara and Evelyn were extremely hard to read. Just as he had missed the fire in her eyes all of those months in the office, he questioned what else was hidden.
Had she actually been to hell or whatever this 'isn't so bad' version was? He kept looking at her a moment and then turned his attention back to the winding road in front as the double yellow lines zipped through under the centre of the car. If another vehicle rounded a bend in front, there was little that could be done yet, he didn't think it a likely issue.
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Time you became a man."
She laughed at this which left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yeas, he now trusted a woman he has only just met, who turns out to be an angel that drives very fast on narrow mountainous roads yet, it was the laugh that gave caution. It was so clear, so musical and free he felt trapped again under a spell. Terribly beautiful, there was no other description for her.
He watched the road and the trees flash past
The car slowed and the engine dropped down to a soft purr as they pulled into a long tree lined driveway and Sara crawled the car along as if not wanting to draw undue attention to their arrival. It was a sprawling winery, family owned by the looks with vineyards that stretched into the distance. With the style of the chateau they approached, it would not have been out of place in Tuscany.
He had never ventures into this region before as he was always more of a city dweller, the grime and grey suited his demeanour, somewhere to blend in, to stand invisible and observe. Out here with the lush greens of the vines and reds of the soil, it was he who stood out like a sore thumb.
He suddenly became conscious of himself and he looked at his knees. They were dirty, holes from the sparks of the fire had taken what was left of his grey work suit and pushed it off its last legs and over into trash bin territory. It was no longer even fit for the most needy charity case. He felt her looking at him and realised the car had come to a stop out front of the mansion.
"Don't worry, with those eyes, no one will be looking at your suit."
She laughed again, opened the door and slid herself out. Even from this position, she glided effortlessly like a cloud to her feel while he still sat in place. The low ride of the car meant that when she was standing outside, all he could see were her legs and again he wondered if his thoughts were hard-coded.
He sighed and opened his own door to exit and pulled himself out with a lot less grace. Sara had walked around and joined him at his side, a small, white leather purse in her hands. She flashed him a smile and a playful wink and then turned and strode towards the stairs leading to the large front doors.
He watched her walk up and then followed
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