The more I got to know Angelina, the more I liked her. It was the first time I had ever liked someone in that way, so I didn't know what to do with what I was feeling. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but her constant interest in seeing me and getting together confused me: sometimes I thought it was reciprocal, and sometimes I thought she was just looking for a person to hang out with.
"Miraaaanda, how are you doing?"
"What do you need?"
"Ugh, I thought we were past this. We talk everyday and you still believe I'm calling you to ask you something?".
I sighed as a response.
"I'm doing alright, Angelina. What about you?"
"I'm doing great! But something even greater is that a bar opened close to my college a couple of days ago and I thought, who's my favorite person to hang out with? Miraaaanda".
"And how am I supposed to get there?"
"Did you forget I have a car?"
"That would be true. Okay, let's go".
"You're the best!"
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Heartstrings
Short StoryEven the strangest beginnings can lead to the most meaningful connections. Part I of «The Heart Series».
