“I’m hoping for a lively trip”, she heard him say. She looked up, he looked good. Clearly very young, maybe nineteen. His dark eyes were open and mischievous. He looked at the world like a grown man, but from a boys body. She could see what he would grow into, he still had adolescent skin but in eight years or so he would be a handsome guy. Especially if he managed to hold on to his naughtiness, she thought with a smile. He reminded her of Alex, they had the same beautiful smile and dark wavy hair.
“That shouldn’t be a problem”, she replied to him, her eyes gleaming as well. “Where are you guys from?” He looked taken aback, but answered right away. Good fun, such a cheeky one. It wasn’t long before they had discussed the art exhibition she had visited in detail, they even studied the leaflet. He took the conversation lightly, she could tell, but he seemed like a good guy. Nearing Zwolle, she started to get up.
“Oh no, we were just starting to get along,” he said, a mildly mocking twinkle in his eye. She winked at him and shuffled out.
“I’m hoping for a lively trip,” he said out loud, looking around expectantly. They had roamed through Friesland the whole day and it would take them over two hours to get home. He was feeling restless. He was hoping for a good conversation with some cute Frisian girls. The lady sitting across him in the four-seater looked up the way older women can.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” she said. “Where are you boys from?” The women were obviously interested in them, he couldn’t help but smile. Not entirely what he expected, he thought with amusement, but well, a little flirt couldn’t hurt. When he looked up from his phone he saw a bag open. The lady opposite him pulled out a box of hard candies and offered it to him. He worked hard to keep a straight face. He was being shamelessly seduced, he thought, fifties-style. With pleasure he fished out a sticky candy. Hmm. Strawberry.