Chapter 409.


    <strong>Chapter 409. We Encounter a Strange Spaced-out Girl Stranded on the Highway. (2/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I scanned her over from head to toe. She had beautiful golden chest-length hair. A sleeveless brown mini vest, open at the front. Beneath the vest was a ck, tight-fitted, almost corset-like, denim overall that entuated her slender waist. The overalls were tucked under her ample bosom and the straps wrapped around the sides of her breasts, hidden under her vest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Beneath her overalls and vest, a sleeveless white cored shirt. It was a miracle how that white cored shirt managed to not burst with how tight it looked. The overalls she had were very tight on the legs, however, it was open at the butt and a pair of tight blue jeans could be seen beneath them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had a red bandanna tied around her neck in a knot at the front. But the cherry on top was the white sun hat on her head with a few holes which let a few of the sun’s rays shine through. It somehowplimented her outfit perfectly by casting small beams of light on her clothes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hand off the handle, grabbed her hand in the air, and said, “Excuse me, Miss. Are you okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only when I did that, did her head turn toward us. When I was met with her light sky blue eyes, I couldn’t help but notice how serene they were. Her lips were slightly parted and quite cute.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine, I’m jus outta gas.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It took a while, but she finally spoke up. Her voice was soft and tender and had a melodious ring to it. She looked cool but sounded warm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you need some gas we can give you some.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you two… from the city?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rather than focus on my offer she suddenly posed that with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she tilted her head to one side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your... uh… girlfriend looks pretty like a city girl.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… well, we are from a city, but not from a city around here. We’re actually on vacation and traveling right now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that’s quite interesting.” She seemed especially intrigued when I mentioned we weren’t from a nearby city.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, about your pickup truck, didn’t you say you needed gas?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. I forgot. Yeah, I do. Would ya be willing to spare some? I can pay ya for it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about it, you can have it for free, no strings attached.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? There’s no way I can take it for free.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, how long do you intend to hold her hand for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Rosa brought it up, the girl with sky blue eyes in front of me let out an, “Ah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I released her hand upon which she immediately pulled it back and stuck her thumb into the lining of her jeans at the side closer to her rear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Sorry about that. But you were spacing out and weren’t reacting at all despite being called out to. I was checking your pulse to see if it was normal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa hummed, “Hmmm… that sure is a convenient story to hold a girl''s hand. Sure wish I thought of that one…” Rosa turned her head to the side and grumbled thest part under her breath.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You were calling out tuh me before?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was the one who called out to you. I even waved my hand in front of your face, but you didn’t react at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry bout that. That… sorta happens a lot with me. I kinda lose myself daydreaming a lot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, and what are you daydreaming about?” Rosa’s curiosity was piqued as she dug for more details.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… it’sa kinda embarassin.” She removed her right thumb from the lining of her jeans, raised her hand, and scratched the side of her right cheek with her index finger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it love? Heheh, do you have a boyfriend you’re dreaming of all day?” Rosa yfully teased.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A boyfriend?” She had a weird look on her face as she repeated the term.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What’s with that look? Is that not it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I don’t have a boyfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? How do you not have one? You’re so pretty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pretty? Yuh don’t need to try an’ make me feel better… I’m not pretty like the girls from the city like you. Guys out here in the country don’t even talk tuh me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Guys don’t talk to you? Where are those guys? Show me those blind fools. I’ll beat some sense into those morons for you,” Rosa snapped back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to go an’ do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, is she pretty?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What are you dragging me into this for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is she pretty or not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh don’t need to put your boyfriend on the spot like that. It’s obvious what the answer will be.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t know unless you hear it straight from the horse’s mouth. I think you’re pretty and I’m sure my boyfriend also thinks the same. So? Ran? Answer the question.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s really fine, yuh don’t need tuh an-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s not pretty, Rosa…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I cut her off her gaze lowered to the ground a bit dejected. She sighed out and had an ‘as expected’ look on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She let out a self derisiveugh, “Haha… right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, don’t bully her and finish that sentence, you jerk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think the term ‘she’s a beauty’ is more appropriate for her than simply saying she’s pretty, don’t you agree?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Haha. Yeah, yeah. Now that you mention it, just calling her pretty doesn’t do her justice at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? A beauty? Who? Where?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pointed at her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stepped out of the way and looked in the direction I pointed to see where said beauty was. When she turned her head back to me and noticed my finger was pointed directly at her, she asked, “Uh, is there someone moving around behind me as I turn that I can’t see?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m pointing at you, not anyone or anything behind you. The beauty I’m referring to is none other than you. Just because you’re from the country doesn’t mean you can’tpare to a girl in the city.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Besides, if you ask me, a girl out in the country who’s more humble and down to earth is quite a catch. A lot of girls in the city are a bunch of narcissistic bitches with their heads up their own asses high in the clouds. If you went to the city, there would be a long line of guys trying to get close to you. As for guys around here, I can’t really speak on their behalf, but if they don’t talk to you, they’re either just too shy, braindead, or they really are blind like Rosa said.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her serene expression hadn’t changed much, but there was a slight blush on her cheeks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh shouldn’t beplimenting other girls in front of your girlfriend like that,” she scolded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if hepliments another girl in front of me if I also think the same of that girl.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Yuh don’t? Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I guess I just prefer us being open with each other about things and saying what we really think rather than hiding it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh don’t hide things from each other?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa borated, “Well, when ites to certain things. But not hiding anything at all would make things boring so there are some things we don’t go out of our way to talk about unless ites out naturally.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. That kinda rtionship… sounds nice. I wish I could find a guy I could be like that with one day.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Putting that aside, why don’t we fill up your tank?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We got off my motorcycle and I opened up the tank.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“By the way, what’s your name?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s Dawn.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn? I couldn’t help but think it fit her well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She reached into the back of her pickup truck, then pulled out a tube and empty jerrycan.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dawn? That’s a nice name.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your boyfriend called you Rosa, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, that’s my name.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And Ron is his?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s spelled R-A-N but sounds simr to Ron.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”