A Drive-By Crush

Image created by Laura Davies.

Alice was bundled up to stave off the cold. Her long puffy coat went down to her knees, her fingerless gloves had the flaps over her fingers and her wool hat was pulled over her ears to fight off the cold January day.
She approached the bus stop a few minutes early, part of her daily
tradition. The empty little booth called to her and she sat on the
bench only to jump up again as the cold went directly through her coat
and her pants. She laughed to herself and the steam poured
from her mouth. At that moment she focused her attention on the cars
driving by, waiting for the man she recently called a “drive by crush”
to her friend.
Every day, somewhere between 8:15 and 8:22 he drove by in his white
Prius. She couldn’t understand why he chose white; it always looks
dirty no matter how often the car is washed. Alice started to fall for
him one day when he caught her looking and smiled at her. She blushed
and waved gingerly in his direction before looking down at the ground.
In the nicer weather, when his windows were down, she heard the music he listened to, and eventually used her iPhone app to discover the bands he listened to. Mostly indie music. Her favorite one was Belle and Sebastian, and in a vain attempt to catch his attention one dress down Friday at work
she proudly adorned a B&S tee shirt hoping he would notice. He did not
pass her that day.
Now, months later, she knew a little about the music he loved. She
knew his car, that he had a beard, and that the memory of his smile from
that one day warmed her, even in this cold. She saw the car coming
from a few blocks away and leaned against the side of the depot,
ignoring the cold against her shoulder, trying to look nonchalant. As his car halted in the traffic almost directly in front of her, where he usually ended up stopping, she saw his plaid shirt and a dark blue tie that looked to be old, or as her cool coworkers called it, vintage. With the windows up it was
impossible to hear what he listened to, but she assumed it was Belle
and Sebastian because that had become part of him in her mind.
She wanted him to look again. Even though most of her face was hidden
behind a scarf, or maybe because that empowered her a little, she
wanted to see that smile again. Her dream was that he would roll down
the window and ask her to tea, tell her a day and time he would be
there if she wanted to meet him. That he, too, noticed her on his
daily trek to work and had somehow fallen into a drive by crush as
well.
The traffic started moving without even a look, and before Alice knew
it he was gone.
Oh well, she thought. Maybe tomorrow.

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6 responses to “A Drive-By Crush

  1. Pingback: Of course it’s all thanks to WordPress, or as it’s properly titled “A Drive-by Crush”…. « The Art and Illustrations of Laura Davies

  2. Well, I love it too, mostly your story, because I would never have drawn any of that or taken the patience to do it well, if it hadn’t been for that and the fact you asked me to do it.

  3. Aww! I love this post! (Beee-yoou-tee-full drawing you used, by the way.) I love how real the story felt, it was so easy to experience her emotions. You have a wonderful talent, Sir 🙂

  4. Thanks to your referrer, Laura Davies, for the link to this post. I’m glad to have read it and discovered your corner here. This story is impeccably told, owned by the narrator. It’s quite delightful and most relate-able.

    Funny thought, at what point does a crush become an obsession? I know I’ve felt similar ways in the past about drop-ins as frequent as this one. May you continue the story! I’m sure there are many, myself included, that would love to find a budding romance with these two.

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