Together On A Coffee Date

Old Love Story

His POV

"Well... This is my first time coming to a date. I have never done these kinds of things. So, I didn't know if we should bring flowers on first date or not. But I thought it will not look good if I didn't bring something. So, I brought some flowers. I hope you don't mind." She says to me with an apologetic look like she is asking, if she has done a mistake bringing flowers.

"No, it's wonderful. I love flowers, especially sunflowers." I say easing out her tension and she smiles in relief. She looks so pure, so docile like she is that doll who lives behind that glass cage who has never seen the cruel world before.

"So, this is your first date means you never had a boyfriend before" I ask

"Yes, I never had a boyfriend before. I was so busy in my own puzzling life that never got a chance to know someone other." She answers politely.

"But, I have been in relationships before." I say quite bluntly to let her know that I may not be as new to relationships as she is. Though, all those relationships lasted mostly for 1 week or 1 night because they were based on physical attraction rather than some bond.

To this she looks at me very carefully and asks,"But how many times have you been in love? Because all the relationships aren't based on love."

Her question catches me off guard because nobody ever asked me this kind of question. It is interesting and very deep as well. Normally, I tell people I have been in these many relationship and then let them be free to make their own assumptions about me.

But I see curiosity in her eyes. And normally I would have lied but this time I answer honestly," Only once."

A sad, crescent moon like smile adorning on my lips.

"I love to hear stories, especially love stories. Whenever someone mentions of a story I can't control but ask them to recite it to me otherwise I feel a weird questioning feeling. My curiosity starts troubling me. So, would you please tell me your first love story? Though, it's only up to you. If you don't want to tell me then no problem." She utters and looks with inquisitiveness at me.

"When she said she is new in dating. She was absolutely right. She doesn't even know that we should not ask about a person's ex on our first date. She's an amateur." I think to myself and sighs.

Though, her innocent way of asking compel me to tell her the story. And also I am meeting her for the first and last time. So I think I should respect her wish.

I smile at her and says, "So, my story starts from here. I was 16 years old. When my teenage years were at their floriferous stage. Though, I looked like a prickly pineapple because my face was filled with thorn looking pimples."

She smiles at me attentively with thrilled eyes.

I continue, " My hairstyle matched with a pineapple too, if I be honest. But at that time being cool matters. And like any other teenager I thought that was cool."

"Then?" She asks.

"Then, I failed at my English test because my spelling and grammatical errors made my English teacher sick of me." I take a long sigh remembering the days.

"Oh!!" She mumbles with concern and surprise.

"That's why my mom and dad both decided to send me to an English tution. And there, I met her." I completed my sentence and gotten hit by her sudden question.