Suddenly all the fast motion show stopped with a jerk which felt like waking up from Dream for Xira."Next time when you ride with me, I will bring you helmet with cat ears on it." Zen chuckles while removing his helmet. Xira gives surprised look at Zen while straightening her crochet red top & red pencil skirt." The tight clutches of your fingers felt me like a cat's claws, I didn't get any scratches though." Zen laughs.
Xira frowns with her eyebrows, "I don't like to grow my nails" & shows her fingers to Zen. Zen who is quick to take a chance of getting touchy with Xira, grabs her wrist and starts observing her nails. "Yeah. Your fingers look neat & clean. Also you got warm smoother hands. Let me check the other hand. This also looks & feels the same. What do you apply to them." Zen flashes the wide grin. Xira instantly retrieves her both hands, "I think, you are that unusual person whose both hands looks & feels completely different." Zen instantly gives his hands in Xira's hands, "I am not sure, why don't you check." Xira leaves his hands in seconds while looking at the road where they have stopped," I think, you will have to wait for that as I am in hurry to neatly aid this wound"
"Oh...how forgetful I am, my bad, extremely sorry...why don't you tell me about your place from here, is it far? If you don't mind, I will drop you there." "Why, no, thank you! I should be going alone from here." "Hmmmm...are you sure? I mean you said I will have to wait for you to be checking my hands, so for that we should be needing to meet again, and I think meeting at your place after treating your wound would be a great deal. Don't you think?" Xira giggles and starts walking.
Zen hesitates to get up from the bike but he manages to catch Xira while walking, "Listen, most probably I don't communicate with people that too females much and it's for their good only, I also don't get this friendly, I am this friendly to my family and close friends. And I have only two close buddies. One is my childhood best friend,Milo and the other is my cat Zylo. I don't know why I am being like this with you, but you know, why don't we exchange our numbers, so that we can decide when to meet later." Xira stops and looks at him, as flirtatious he appeared to Xira, he had that innocence in his eyes, which made Xira make a nod of yes.
He takes out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, opens contacts and hands it to Xira. To Xira's surprise, it has stored only few contacts, all are the family & relatives, few doctors, vets, sports bike service numbers and then his friend Milo's number. Who saves cat's number? Xira saves her number & glances at Zen's current status, whereas Zen is trying to clean his gloves with his handkerchief. Xira texts his cat's number from his phone to her ChatBox, just to make sure that whether he has other number from which he is having contacts with other girls or not. This was Xira's first time as a detective, to be this curious with a boy yet having a little insecure status. Xira thought she doesn't want to fall victim for future bad events, besides no man can be this contradictory smooth talker as well as decently behaved with first girl he met. He gives signals of assurance of having plenty of girlfriends earlier.
Xira's head was busy with all these investigating interrogations, whereas innocent Zen was playing with a stray cat. Xira couldn't notice the cat. "Have you done with copying all the numbers to your ChatBox or still need some time?" Xira looks surprisingly abashed, "Sorry, I was curious." "Yeah, that's why I said, I will bring you helmet with Cat ears on it. Now it suits you perfectly!" At instant, Xira's face becomes like a crybaby, at instant, Zen comes closer to her, and gives a stray cat from his arms to her, "can you take care of this stray cat for me?" A small smile lightens Xira's face, then Zen continues, "If possible, take care of big cat, the owner of Cat ears helmet." And the smile on Xira's face widens like never before.
The zzzzoooommmm sound confirmed Xira that he will reach his place in no mean time.
The cat gets cozy in Xira's arms. "Looks like you've got your person, kitty!" "Who are you, male or female?" Cat meows after Xira checks its backside. "Okay girl, thankfully we got to be of the same gender but different species. I will name youuuuuu....ummmm... Tia..." Kitty looks inattentive,"thennnnn...juju...." Still looks unaddressed..."Okay. I got it. Xyla." Kitty looks with her big green eyes at Xira , her ears straightened right up in the air. "Sas huh, name perfectly suits you." Xyla cuddles in Xira's arms. "You liked your name, huh. Me too. Besides we share the same alphabet. Don't know why but I think you are my cat version."
Xira reaches her Bungalow in few mins as she is living in area which is situated near the express Highway but afar from the center of town. Quiet, serene, comes after few woods and green area. The area is made for highest civilized people, where people from media, who contributed their best for the country, located. Xira's father is well known author of the country whereas Xira's mother is Journalist. Xira is the second daughter of her parents, when Xira was conceived by her mother, her elder brother died due to malaria, he was just 2 years old. And for Xira's poor luck, her mother also died soon when Xira was 2 years old.
Xira's father always mentioned Xira that her mother loved their first son very much that she left early for him. Xira never felt anything for her elder brother or mother as she never got the chance to see and spend time with her brother and her mother. That's why Xira's father was a bit secure about her.
Xira was grown in a complete media family where her house was a library for her. Xira was always fond of books and television which made her choose the subjects of literature in her academics. Xira always dreamt of becoming a language translator or a travel guide for different countries where Japanese was her favorite language and easy to learn. Xira's native language was Italian. This was another reason of her being natural in literature and art. Xira never wanted to become famous journalist like her mother or becoming someone with constant attention of mass, media and public. As Xira lived alone with her father, she always loved being alone, being in nature, reading books and planting flowerbeds in her father made garden. Her father always had days planned for Xira, to teach her about gardening, writing, cooking, playing chess and how to invest money for future. Amongst this, Xira never liked how to invest money subject, and she always used to doze off when her father tried lecturing her. "I am not earning any money yet, what's the point of learning this now, Papa" that's the regular question Xira used to recite in front of her father. But he was reluctant about her future which constrained him teaching her subjects which are in higher grades. This conditioning made Xira mature early than her age.
Xira with medium forehead, straight long medium sized nose, almond shaped eyes of dark brown color & long eyelashes like curtains of heavenly doors, long eyebrows, soft rose petaled medium size lips & slender cheeks with prominent jawline & neck, making her entire face of heart shape, always looked elegantly graceful & pleasant to everybody around her. As beautiful as she appears, she is also an emotionally very strong person which made her look even more gorgeous and divine. As she grew older with single parent, she knew life is in the moment and living in the present, is how one should satisfy his or her living. Xira had no demands from her life. She went on living her life as life brought her days. She grew with satisfaction and understanding in everything she experienced which kept her away from reluctantness and stubbornness since childhood. She believed, every living being & human has unique destiny, which is only decided by universe for every living being and not by any human. Rather than being compelling, deliberate and struggling to acquire desired destiny like somebody else, accepting own's fate and living with satisfaction and contentment, is how Xira lived her life. And that's exactly made her very beautiful to every living being she encountered.
Zen had the same impression about Xira. He couldn't stop thinking about her while riding back to the race event. He almost forgot to check his phone when he was with Xira. All he was thinking, Xira and his unfortunate woundy encounter. "How could I be so careless? How couldn't I judge her correctly, whether she's going to be on the footpath or down on the road, well, I always keep speed above 240 on this sports bike, Voxa, this is my favorite, I love her, on Lufa above 220 and Tyga the Iowest, have to sell that one, it's trash now.
Anyway, I'm not feeling good, I hurt my Xira! Just a sec, Did I say My?"
Zen stopped at the Parking Hub of "Yokuie - The International Race Ground for Sports Bikes"