Thursday
1.07 a.m.
"Thanks for the song." I tap your shoulder.
"No problem." You shrug and smile. "Do you like it?"
"No." I chuckle.
"What?"
"I love it." I smile.
"Oh." You laugh. "That caught me off guard."
"I know it would."
"Are you tired?" You ask.
"Not really." I shrug.
"Would you mind going somewhere with me?"
"Where?"
"I take that as a 'yes' then."
You slide your hand on mine.
You intertwine our fingers together.
And, I got weaker.
YOU ARE READING
Through Your Notes
Short Story"See you at midnight, then?" "See you at midnight, then."
