Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy
Chapter 4: Public Transit
Chapter 4: Public Transit
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Christie left the room with the rest of her class. As chit chat erupted, her mobile buzzed, indicating a text message.
Christie waved goodbye to her friends as she headed to the bus, checking the message on the way.
"Joe Trebble is coming for dinner" was the message from her father.
Christie had not seen Joe for almost 4 years, what would he be like now?
The bus stopped and Christie got on, her red hair blowing slightly in the wind. She smiled to the surly looking bus driver as she showed her pass. He looked back and nodded.
"Where was Gus?' She thought of the bus driver who usually drove this route.
She walked down the length of the bus, looking at the people around. Some she recognized, some she didn't.
'Would Joe be all formal like that business man reading the National Post? He was doing that business degree,' she thought. 'Or would he be more like that Goth kid at the back, all in black and in his own style? Joe had implied to me that he had got involved in a unique group of people.' Christie sat in her normal seat, smiling at the kids across the passage. 'Or is he married now with kids of his own?'
"Hey Christie. You left suddenly from class," Trevor, a classmate, said taking the seat next to her.
"Got company tonight," Christie replied.
"Oh, well, I, um . . . say what did you think of today's lecture?"
Christie looked closely at Trevor, he hardly ever took this bus. Suddenly she realized something about him. He had always seemed so shy around her, and awkward when he talked about anything other than school. He wasn't that bad looking, short brown hair, and green eyes, good body, but perhaps needed to work out.
"It was an interesting paper presented, not too sure if the techniques were properly documented. So where are you going Trevor?"
"Off, um, shopping. . . . maybe a movie."
"You know, I've heard there are a couple really good movies out, perhaps we could catch one next week," Christie said seeing Trevor blush. He was obviously trying to ask her out.
"Yeah, um, sounds good."
"Here's my stop. Give me a call tomorrow." Christie got off the bus.
Christie waved goodbye to her friends as she headed to the bus, checking the message on the way.
"Joe Trebble is coming for dinner" was the message from her father.
Christie had not seen Joe for almost 4 years, what would he be like now?
The bus stopped and Christie got on, her red hair blowing slightly in the wind. She smiled to the surly looking bus driver as she showed her pass. He looked back and nodded.
"Where was Gus?' She thought of the bus driver who usually drove this route.
She walked down the length of the bus, looking at the people around. Some she recognized, some she didn't.
'Would Joe be all formal like that business man reading the National Post? He was doing that business degree,' she thought. 'Or would he be more like that Goth kid at the back, all in black and in his own style? Joe had implied to me that he had got involved in a unique group of people.' Christie sat in her normal seat, smiling at the kids across the passage. 'Or is he married now with kids of his own?'
"Hey Christie. You left suddenly from class," Trevor, a classmate, said taking the seat next to her.
"Got company tonight," Christie replied.
"Oh, well, I, um . . . say what did you think of today's lecture?"
Christie looked closely at Trevor, he hardly ever took this bus. Suddenly she realized something about him. He had always seemed so shy around her, and awkward when he talked about anything other than school. He wasn't that bad looking, short brown hair, and green eyes, good body, but perhaps needed to work out.
"It was an interesting paper presented, not too sure if the techniques were properly documented. So where are you going Trevor?"
"Off, um, shopping. . . . maybe a movie."
"You know, I've heard there are a couple really good movies out, perhaps we could catch one next week," Christie said seeing Trevor blush. He was obviously trying to ask her out.
"Yeah, um, sounds good."
"Here's my stop. Give me a call tomorrow." Christie got off the bus.
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