Her name was Gywnne. For the first few weeks, I had to teach her everything I know, because by that time, one of the seniors had left. He was late for work for so many times that he was fired, or so I heard. And pretty soon, the other senior was leaving too. She was going to get married in Malaysia. Teaching Gywnne was pretty fun, and it helps that she was pretty too! The butch kind of got onto very friendly terms with her, which I viewed with some skceptism I think.
Day by day, I got to know Gywnne better. Similarly, she was on vacation and was working during her holidays. One night, while we were working together at night, I asked her how did she make her way home.
“Darling, how did you make your way home? By bus?”
“Yup!” She replied cheerfully.
“Speaking of going home gives me the creeps though.”
“Why? What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, it’s nothing. But it’s just that when I go home, there is always this bunch of Banglas around the void deck. And they look at me like they want to swallow me!”
“Hmm, in that case, how about I send you home later? Since I have extra time to spare anyway…”
“Are you sure that’s fine, Raf? I don’t want to bother you.”
“It’s on the way darling, no problem at all. I have a direct bus to home from there too.”
When I offered my escort service, I don’t know whether I was going to regret it or not. Luckily, things didn’t turn out as bad.