Waleska Baxter's Story

Quickly tapping the keyboard of his laptop, editing files from a few weeks back, Chance glanced at the clock at the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. At this moment, his phone began vibrating next to the computer. Reaching for it, he saw that it was from an unknown number. He read the message twice before exiting out of the tab on his laptop and shutting it, moving over to his bed across the room. The limousine will arrive at your address in 15 minutes. He gazed around his bedroom for a long moment, thinking of stuff he should probably have already packed. Eventually, he shrugged to himself and walked over to his closet and searched for an old hoodie of his before sliding it on. He took a deep breath before turning to exit his room, shutting the door behind him.

Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, Chance passed the unoccupied bathroom mirror. Momentarily stopping to check himself out, he did a quick Elvis impersonation. He raised a single eyebrow and did a sort of jig, pointing at his reflection. "Thank ya; thank ya very much." Nodding approvingly, he continued down the hallway, into the kitchen. He made his way to the refrigerator, reaching into the freezer to retrieve his single travel item: A Milky Way candy bar. Resisting the urge to open it up on the spot, he shoved it in the center pocket of his hoodie and made his way outside.

Chance locked the door behind him before walking down the driveway, onto the sidewalk. He gazed around the small neighborhood, suddenly realizing it would be weeks before he saw this place again. Pondering this for a few seconds, he smirked. Awaiting the limo's arrival, Chance idly shifted the weight from his toes to the heels of his feet, checking both directions of the narrow street every so often. After another minute or so, he saw a lengthy, black vehicle round the corner a few blocks away. As the limo began approaching the front of Chance's house, he remembered someone telling him there was going to be someone else riding with him to the destination. He wondered who it would be, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the driver's door of the limo opening, and the chauffeur stepping out in front of Chance. He was a short, pudgy man with a long nose. When he spoke, he did so with a nasally, but soft voice. "Mr. Bennet, sir?"

"Mmmmhmm."

"Your belongings, sir?"

Chance tilted his head to the side before realizing what he meant. "Oh." He reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out the candy bar, showing the man. "Right here." The chauffeur blinked at him a few times, obviously attempting to figure out whether Chance was being serious or not. After coming to a conclusion, he responded with a slight cough, "Right, er-- Well, then. Best be on our way." He goes to open the back door and gestures for Chance to enter. He nods in thanks and clambers inside the vehicle. "Wow", he says to himself as he settles into the leather seat, peering around the area. The lighting was blue, tinting everything, including the mini-fridge. Chance immediately helped himself to a Coca-Cola from inside the fridge as he felt the limo begin to move towards its next destination. He glanced out the window, watching as his home left his view, being replaced with the local community, which would eventually be replaced with the highway, which would eventually be replaced with... New York.

Switching from station to station on the satellite radio in the back of the limo, Chance was desperately attempting to find some way to entertain himself. I should have brought my PSP... Damn it. After another minute or so, he landed on a decent station which was playing a song by Nickleback. Sighing, Chance let himself fall back into the seat, shifting himself so he could peer out of the window as the scenery outside continued to sweep into new images.

After another half hour of watching road signs and other cars pass by, Chance couldn't bear the boredom anymore. He got out of his seat and made his way over to the other side of the little compartment and knocked on the tinted window that separated him from the driver. A second later, the window rolled down and Chance could see the chauffeur looking at him through the rear-view mirror. "Something wrong, sir?" Chance poked his head through the window which must've startled the driver because he jumped a little. "Nope." The older male blinked at him for a moment before returning his attention to the road.

"Sooo...... Come here often?"

The chauffeur gave him another weird look and hesitated before responding. "I beg your pardon?"

"So, what's your name?"

"Uh, er-- well, it's Kenneth Landleward, sir."

"Oh cool, I'm Chance." Chance angled his shoulder to put his arm through the window and extended his hand towards the man. "Nice to meet you, Kenneth."

Kenneth Landleward coughed awkwardly and gave a sideways glance at the smirk on Chance's face before hesitantly taking his hand, which to his surprise, turned out to be a little more complex than just an average "handshake", in which there was a long combination of hand maneuvers. After releasing his grip, Chance folded his arms on the bottom of the window, now looking outwards, at the oncoming road. "Wait a minute... Where are we going?", Chance asked as he noticed a sign telling them that they had just entered the state of Georgia. "I thought I was going to New York."

"We're going to pick up the second passenger."

Chance raised an eyebrow. "Second passenger?"

"Yes, Miss, er- Waleska Baxter."

"Waleska?"

"Yes, sir."

"It's Chance."

"Yes, Chance."

At this, Chance fell back into the seat, once again looking out the window. After a few moments, Kenneth rolled the window back up, probably in hopes of avoiding any further unnecessary conversations between the two of them. Chance turned the radio up, which was now playing a song by the band, Theory of a Deadman. Soon, Chance found himself becoming tired and decided to go to sleep so he could have an excuse of avoiding an awkward introduction between himself and Waleska.
Only a minute or so had passed before Chance had fallen asleep, his face pressed against the window, causing him to snore quietly.