Roadside Conversations || Beau and Priya
Priya stopped walking and pulled her fingers out in front of her, constructing invisible shapes in the air with them as she talked. “I will have you know it was not in a bag! It was this full on triangular structure with little hanging caricatures of people that was like two of me tall….ten…yea tenish feet!” She always got a little heated about this assignment. “It was this stupid sculpture thing, fucking despise sculpture, and I was protesting being forced to take the class. I get the importance and all for being well rounded but it was just soooooooooo…” She crumpled her imaginary creation and shook her head, calming down. “But we don’t talk about that. However…no I have no created a two way toilet…that is…I think that might not go well in this town.”
She raised her shoulders in a shrug as the driving topic circled back, she hated this topic. “Yea I guess it’s important and all and it’d be nice to not have to walk everywhere in the snow but you know…it’s embarrassing as hell. You tell someone you’re twenty five and can’t drive and they laugh.”
She stared down at her shoes, sighing as she wiggled the toe of one of her boots against the concrete. “Makes finding a teacher a little hard. And even if you have the money what’s the point in buying something that doesn’t get used? I should buy a car…it’d force me to learn…but knowing me it’d probably just force me to procrastinate.”
He couldn't even imagine the thing that she was talking about. Ten feet tall was taller than he was, at two inches past seven feet, but still something he could imagine by outstretching his arm halfway up. "Around this big? How'd you work with that? Like, a latter or something" Beau didn't particularly like latters, with a terrible dislike of heights. Although people wouldn't think so, it was simply one of those things that happened. There was a reason he hated flying besides having to constantly be stopped by concerned guards at airport checks.
Her excuses only reminded him of a particular woman that he knew-- she was nothing but a coward, and yet always made this offhanded excuses as to why she couldn't do things. "I can teach you to drive," he began, only to quickly amend himself. "I mean, you pay me a tenner or a twenty and I'll teach you all the ins and outs. Then you can buy a car and actually drive places! You'll need a car one day, I guarantee it."