It'll Come Naturally

"Stop talking about him! You're being so annoying! Since you're safe and sound now, I'll go home. Try to rest up and take good care of yourself. I'll see you later," said Patricia to her friend furiously. She was fully aware of Tom's hostile attitude against her. Love and hate sometimes replaced each other in their fragile relationship. "Oh alright, I see. I'll call you later then." Leena pursed her lips and faint wrinkle lines appeared around her eyes. She wondered what Tom had done to anger Patricia so much.

"Ok, I'm gonna go. Bye," said Patricia, and hung up. She frowned and headed quickly towards the hospital door. The last thing she wanted was to bump into Tom in the hospital. Frankly, Tom wasn't such a terrible guy. However, his arrogance and falseness made her sick. He for sure had assumed, and of course-falsely, that she had fallen in love with him already, and he didn't need to talk nicely to her anymore. This fake he was!

She drove away off the hospital and passed dozens of cars, over-speeding. When she looked at the rear-view mirror, her eyes found a Harley-Davidson tailing her car too closely. She couldn't recognize the rider, as he was wearing a helmet. Patricia looked at him again. She had no idea of why the hell he was driving like that. Was the driver annoyed because she was faster?

Patricia looked back to the road ahead and ignored the motorbike altogether, even though they happened to be driving down the same path. However, when she pulled over at a narrow street, where the video center was located, the motorbike also stopped beside her car. Patricia's way out was blocked and she couldn't even open the car door.

"Hey! Bro! Could you park your motorbike away from my car? Can't you see that I can't open the damn door and get off?" said Patricia with a calm voice, but apparently annoyed deep down. She rolled down the car window and waited impatiently for his reaction. She had no intention of picking a fight with this guy or starting up any trouble on the street.

"What're you calling me? Bro? Do I look like a man to you?" asked the rider with an ironic voice, surely not a male one. The rider took off the helmet. A girl's handsome face appeared under. Her name was Michelle. She swung her hair in a pretty cool manner, just like in a music video, and gave Patricia a defiant look.

"Unbelievable! You are a...girl?" exclaimed Patricia in surprise. Michelle was dressed in male leather clothes and her face had been hidden inside the helmet. Thus, Patricia falsely assumed this rider as a man.

"What? Is it so weird to meet a female rider? You're a female driver too, but you drive like a man. I was chasing you all the way here and I was sure you must be a man as well! It turns out that you're also a woman with masculine and aggressive image and driving manners. Haha!" Michelle got off her motorbike, but still didn't remove her motorbike away from Patricia's path. She wouldn't have chased her down if Patricia hadn't sped up quickly and blowed all the damn vehicle's gas into her face.

"Look, dumb-ass girl, I still don't know why you were following me all the way here?" asked Patricia curiously, and yet-alerted. She couldn't remember to have such an enemy on the road ever before. Patricia carefully appeared out of the car window, staring at Michelle with great interest and alertness. She wondered if she might be one of those reckless and bold girls who just liked to get into fights and create chaos.

"Don't be rude. You look more likely to be a dumb-ass girl than I do," Michelle blurted out, not willing to cave in. Michelle rolled her eyes at her. If Patricia weren't a girl, she surely would have punched her for her arrogance, rudeness and bawdy words.

"Girl, I don't think we have met each other before, right? No, we haven't met or introduced each other before. If you're not stupid, please tell me your name?" Patricia answered ironiclaly. Being put in an awkward position, Patricia wondered why this woman was so pissed off and why the hell she was following her all this way down out of the city.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first? God gave you a mouth, and you should use it to ask and answer questions and not just talk shit," said Michelle aggressively. She suddenly lost her temper out of the embarrassment she started to feel. Obviously, the sly smile on Patricia's face was going on her nerves. But Michelle was sensitive.

"Alright! Let me ask you a simple question. What's your name?" asked Patricia. She stopped herself from bursting into laughter. It was such a rare chance to meet such a strange girl, she thought. It was somehow annoying, yet funny. "Michelle," she sulked. Due to her specific personality, she rarely had female friends. However, she felt drawn to Patricia already. They seemed to share the same temper. So she easily forgot to blame her for over-speeding. "Michelle, nice to meet you! I'm Patricia Bai. By the way, can you remove your motorbike for a moment? I really need to get off my car," asked Patricia in a polite tone. She stretched out her hand and intended to shake hand with this weird girl. "Funny, we wouldn't be friends if you hadn't chased me down!" said Patricia and smiled friendly.

"Is this how you usually make friends?" Michelle returned the hand-shake. She was looking straight in Patricia's eyes and already felt her as a friend. She turned around and removed her motorbike, allowing her new friend to get off.

"It sounds great!" Patricia thought Michelle was funny. Michelle being 5'3" in height was suddenly dwarfed by the perfect figure of Patricia when she stepped out of her car graciously.

"Patricia, can I ask you something?" Michelle swallowed with a throat already dry. She somehow admired the way of her new friend was standing out. She even felt jealous.

"Go ahead!" said Patricia in confusion, wondering why such a strange girl had got so many questions to ask. Patricia slammed the car door shut. While talking to Michelle, she kept looking in the direction of the video center. She completely ignored Michelle's staring. "May I know your height?" Michelle couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, so that she might look as tall as Patricia.

"5'7". Why, what's wrong with that? Why are you asking?" Patricia looked even more confused.

"Oh! No, no problem at all. I'm just curious." Michelle answered in awe. Her face reddened. Patricia was taller than her with almost 5 inches. It was no wonder that she looked slender and much more beautiful. Michelle's jealousy started to grow. "Michelle, I have to go now. It was very nice meeting you. Have a nice day!" said Patricia. She was looking forward to relaxing herself at the video center, and releasing the sudden tingle of excitement in this strange auto racing game.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐