Chauffeurisms

or, the ride home

A teensy one-part fic that I wrote last night, after the dinner and dancing.

by Blu

The cush interior of the limousine did nothing for the silence that hung heavy inside. The driver had duly noted the tension between the couple inside, when he'd held the door for them. Now the teenage boy was sitting next to the girl, nervously playing with his fingers and staring at his hands like they were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

The chauffeur chuckled into his rearview mirror, his mind replaying a similar memory. The chauffeur took another peek, this time at the girl. She was gazing out the darkened window, chewing on her bottom lip, and idly tangling and untangling her hands in the ends of her hair.

The couple was sitting only inches apart on the limousine bench, but it might as well have been miles, as far as they were concerned. The boy had given him an address upon getting in the car, and the chauffeur set about taking his sweet time.

"Do you mind if I play the radio?" the chauffeur called back. The girl jumped with fright, and they boy quickly reached over and clasped her hand. She looked down at their interlocked fingers, a soft smile appearing on her face. She stole a glance up at the boy, who seemed to be lost in her presence. He focused in on her face; she did the same to him. They both leaned toward each other imperceptibly. When each realized what they were doing, they "turned off" their emotions and separated, each pulling away, distancing themselves expertly. The chauffeur coughed politely and the girl brought her head up.

"Oh. Music. Right. Yes, music would be nice."

The chauffeur flipped a switch and soft music filtered through the interior of the limo. It was not lost on the pair that the music was soft and slow for a reason. They took one look at each other and erupted in gales of laughter. She wiped at the laughter-tears in her eyes, while he clutched at his stomach. The chauffeur huffed and turned back to the road, although he did leave the music on. His gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, where the girl was snuggled deep into her "friend's" chest. The look on both their faces was pure rapture.

A loud honk startled the chauffeur out of his thoughtful reverie.

"Oops," he muttered, as he floored it from a now green light. He "accidentally" made a wrong turn, his eyes straying yet again.

End.