Chapter VI Eleanor

If there are but seven letters to complete a word in describing perfect, it would be, E-L-E-A-N-O-R. She is a lady, flawless in any way. Refined in character, highly intelligible and her beauty strikingly appealing that no man could ever resist. She even got the job that I am eyeing for, that when I see her in my workplace carrying an application letter, I could not help but to ask,

"Why did you quit your previous job. It isn't tedious and the wage is well-off. I hope I don't trouble you with my asking", directly looking at her: I examined her aristocratic and powerful proportions embodied with fair complexion. The distinction is ever clearer. I am but someone inferior next to her. My discernment was halted when I heard her,

It was to me agreeable, as it is not far from my station, the salary provides for extra liberty, but it offers a position nothing but temporary, at par from the stability offered here.."

"I see. Goodluck then," I said rest assured that her interview and demonstration will work out for her.

"Thank you and see you in masters," she bid on, taking leave to the administration building, the way she saunters exuberantly elegant.

I shouldn't be dipping my nose in her demonstration, but my growing nosiness did not keep me glued. Her discussion was excellent. Even I would want to stay and listen in her class. She is lucky, to be born with good favor. I wouldn't mind that I'm nothing in comparison. I have already accepted my pebble like fate. The thing that concerns me is the inseparability between her and Vance. She came to his life first. If I got acquainted to him earlier, would we walk the path of intimacy? It is uncertain, with her around it is next to impossible. Dreadful. To see them again next class, sticking with each other.

Days after days, assimilating not to bother proved unworthy when the frightful gathering up again has come.

Briskly walking that I may be seated immediately seated, Vance said," Hello," turning back and smiled, my eyes betraying me of my grief, in my vision, your brows bridging the gap between your nose did not escape my eyes.

A moment of tranquility as the instructor started. Except for the turbulence inside of me. Adding up to it is the academic discourse between Eleanor and Vance. A battle of mega minds- to which Im not to to interfere. My brain, as stupid as it is, I would still like to participate. As I was to engage in the discourse, Jeremy hinders me with his conversation,

"After class, got any where you want to go?"

"I only want to go home," I lamented, not hiding my affliction, accepting defeat.

"Very well, I will escort you home."

"Are you sure it won't be troublesome?", I asked him profoundly. I needed company but I don't want to vex anyone. In his attempt to console me, he soothed,

"For me, you are never aggravating," facing me, regarding me with encouraging appearance, the look which kept my spirits uplifted.

The lesson was nearly over without me taking heed of the time, thanks to Jeremy who got me all covered.

Riding in Jeremy's motorcycle, he offered his helmet to which I reacted with necessary gratitude. Driving carefully, as if having a fragile passenger, halfway through the journey, he hit the breaks, in a way not to sudden, due to the increasing downpour I presume. Confirming what I imagine, he gasped,

"I don't want you to get all soaked, let's wait for the rain to cease, I will attend to you till a bus go by," offering his umbrella for a temporary covering.

Before I enter the bus he comforted,

"Like this rain, what you are feeling soon too will pass." the driver hitting on the accelerator, I expressed and guaranteed that Jeremy's message come through and completely perceived.

I arrived home with my eyes fixed on a notification.

Eleanor wants to be friends with you: confirm; delete.

At the university, not long for now, at my workplace, and now even in social media. Who could refuse Eleanor as a friend? I hit the confirm button, not anticipating the next notification.

Eleanor has added you in the group:MST-Physics2017

Then notification after notification.

Elaeanor: Hello guys! We can reach each other here for announcements, problem sets and reports.

Eleanor mentioned you.

I open the conversation.

Eleanor: Anne, I have someone to match with you. See if you take interest.

Eleanor sent a picture.

Anne: I appreciate your concern to the extent you trouble yourself in the matchmaking but I'm afraid I'm not befitting for it at present.

The screen of my phone automatically scrolling downwards as Eleanor sends more images of man.

Eleanor: Alright. I sent ten pictures. If you are to pick one who?

I was to type that I'm no desperate... she pressed on..

Eleanor: Come now. I won't intrude upon the matter. I won't play cupid any longer, I follow that it's not your top priority at the moment. Please jest us with your selection.

Putting an end at hand , I push the buttons one and zero without glancing at the pictures.

Breathing in and calming down I saw Vance typing

Vance . . .

After one minute.

Vance . . .

I'm intrigued. What is he typing thats taking him long?

After two minutes.

He sent like emoji.

Then no more notifications.

I scrolled back, finally identifying the pictures Eleanor has sent. The first eight pictures are just people I dont know of.

Number ten it is no mistaking, that the guy I picked randomly is Jeremy.

Number nine... is someone... someone that is close to my heart...

Discovering that Vance was also in the list, I dropped my phone.