Trios (v)

Words were thrown out, received and exchanged. They laughed and grinned with amusement. The Tram rocked as it took a turn. There was one in grey. She was the most delicate creature. She played with her straight, flowing dark brown hair, biting her lower thin moist pink lips. She sighed, darting her eyes upwards, taking the view of the setting pastel sky, smiled sweetly, and dived back into the roaring conversation. The words flew and planted themselves in my garden of interest. I voiced my opinion. Firing my words quickly, hoping to catch the pace. They flew out, and were ignored, over-voice by a good friend. I leaned back in disappointment, watching the result of my unheard words. They laughed and grinned at a friends performance. He played them well, he had them completely in his grasp. Where he went, they followed; when he talked, they listened. I attempted again, words flowed from me, the chain of words refracted and reflected everywhere, rebounding and travelling, unheard and ignored for it's lifespan. One dressed in blue stepped in front of me. I looked out the window, my reflection stared back at me and gave a disappointing sigh. I was cut from the conversation, though I still heard it raging in the chaos beyond the barrier. I tried to find the girl in grey, peeping around the side of the wall. She didn't seem to be there anymore. A second disappointment. I returned to the window.
"It happens a lot doesn't it?"
"Yarshk. But not as often as having reflections talking to me"
"Oh you'll get used to it" Smuck propped himself higher to look behind me, "God he's an egotistical twat isn't he?"
"He's not this bad most of the time. He really isn't"
"Oh HELLO! Who's that girl in grey? She's a creature to be admired!" said Smuck stepped out of the glass to get a better look.
I groaned and shrugged, "I don't know her name, don't think I would like to know either."
"Hmm, " he pondered as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "A euro-Asian mix, delicate creature indeed. A bit young for you I think."
"Reason why I don't want to know" I muttered. Smuck took out his brass tobacco case and a pipe from his breast pocket. I watched him intently. He took a match and lit it on her face. She paused wide-eyed, then continued with her words.
"She's a nice girl though, smart, intelligent, a tag of arrogance, self importance, good esteem although I have to say that she rolls her eyes at quirks. Bit too normal I think, taking into consideration your bipartisan views of normal and weird."
"I really don't want to know, stop talking please." I said assertively, "and come back here..." my sentence was stopped by a phone call. It was mum. I was getting off the tram early. With that, I farewelled the group and stepped into the chill of the night. Julie greeted me by forcing with icicles into my heart. I wrapped myself a bit more warmly. The pavement was slick with moisture. Green moss grew in the gutter. I purposely stepped on it before strolling up the street.
"Hey look!" Smuck pointed.
It seemed the girl in Grey had stepped off at the same stop. She was leaning against the yellow cream wall of the pub, bag at her feet, arms crossed. She caught my stare. As I approached, I politely muttered farewell and goodnight, receiving an echo and a smile, before proceeded forward.
"You're pathetic"
"No, just realistically determined."
When I finally got home, I threw down by bag and sat down roughly into my chair, sending us a distance backwards. Using my legs I rowed myself back to the desk. I turned on the desk light. Papers, markers, pencils, orange peels and instruments from last nights battle greeting me grimly. I laid my feet firmly on the ground and lowered my head on the desk with my hands flat on my thighs. Smuck crept up and turned off the light.
"I'm quite ready for it to end now." I mumbled
"It's nearly over, hang in."