Paradise Induction Chapter 5 – Extract 22
He tried to breathe slowly to control his heat receptors, but the sweat kept pouring out—embarrassingly so. He looked terrible.
Twenty minutes had gone by easily and his chances of getting to the airport and back to the Labour Department in time, were looking slimmer.
His frustration grew in the creases on his face. It was hard not to frown. More smiling faces of drivers irritated him further. What was so damn funny?
A tiny four-by-four pulled up—the kind that had a conspicuous feminine look. The vehicle was baby blue and inside, a small Filipino man waved Chris in.
Chris moved quickly as he ran around into the street to jump in the passenger side.
American cars on British streets—what idiot thought this up? Chris’ mind mumbled.
“Hello,” said the man.
“Thanks very much,” replied Chris.
“No problem. No problem,” he said handing Chris a paper towel from a roll in his glove compartment. His voice was light and airy—almost squeaky with a brokenness to his sentence construction.
He giggled, then left a strange silence permeating the car’s atmosphere. “You new here?” he said.