Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 31 ~

My brain goes into autopilot and my body just responds thoughtlessly without any objections whatsoever. I couldn't even try to process the things that trigger most of my senses, I'm literally zeroed in on arranging the chairs and tables. It's both great and terrible. When I say it's great, I'm pertaining to how my brain decided to stopped letting chaotic thoughts fly around in the vicinity of my thought process, occasionally making the train of thought getting out of commission. Imagine a car chase, but the chase are my attention span and those chaotic thoughts. As my attention span tries to drive away from the chaotic thoughts, the chaotic thoughts decided to take a shortcut onto my train of thought just to catch my attention span. I've truly created an action movie about how my brain functions. It's like if Inside Out have been an action movie.

No, wait, the chaotic thoughts finally kicked in from the moment I've started thinking about not having any. I mentally give myself a slap for jinxing it. A sigh escapes my mouth before someone decided to block me from the chairs and tables. It takes a moment for my eyes to process who it was, but when my brain finally realizes that Constance is right in front of me, my heart jumps into the chaos train. It's already bad enough for my brain to be conducting the chaos train, and now my heart decided to join the ride. I'm just going to hope I won't be sounding so stupid around her.

I begin to channel the inner casual tone in my voice before saying, "Hey, what's up?" By the moment the sound escapes my voice, I wince to the thought of instead of sounding quite casual, it's more like a dying dolphin. I'm just going to hope she overlooked at the tone of my voice. When I see her mouth quirks up into a concern slash sweet smile, I only have two thoughts came in mind. One is that my mind keeps rambling that there's a possibility that she noticed the pathetic high-pitched tone in my voice as if I'm nervous about asking her for a dance in high school prom night. The other thought is just planning about how will I make her smile like that in the future.

"I'm just wondering about your favorite color," She says that so casually as if she's flexing her control with her voice. Yeah, she's definitely mocking me about my accidental high-pitched tone. God, I feel like a teenager who's going into puberty.

I lift an eyebrow, hiding the fact that my expression my show how offended I am from her mockery about my voice crack. "What about my favorite color?" When I needed the casual tone the most, it vanished, but when I don't need it anymore because my embarrassment sinks into my brain, it finally shows up like an old-friend.

She shrugs her shoulders, making her look like an innocent bystander. "Nothing, just seeing all these colorful chairs and tables, not to mention the children's storybook, I've begun to wonder about your favorite color."

This is like how to begin a conversation starter 101, ask them about their favorite blank. Even though I know about that, I'm still scared about being the person who will start a conversation. I'm just glad Constance decided she required someone to talked to while we busy ourselves on arranging the chair and tables. When I picked up a little blue chair and carry it towards the rest of the chairs around a big round bright yellow table, I turn my head to watch her did the same, but the chairs she's carrying is in a different shade of blue. If I have learned anything about shades of blue, what Constance's holding is a dark-cobalt shade, while mine is more like light-sky blue.

"Care to guess what's my favorite color?" A grin lifts off my mouth as I begin to pick up more chairs. When she follows my lead on carrying chairs and tables around, I already knew that this task will be quite enjoyable since there will be a friendly conversation between us.

For a minute, she looks thoughtful as if she's trying really hard to guess my favorite color, but that expression of hers slowly fade out once she notices the color of the chair I was holding. "I don't know, I'll have to guess blue?"