What is love?

Chapter 23

"Hi, March!" I greeted happily as March appeared on my phone screen. Although a bit lagged and blurred, he looks as if he's in the middle of his breakfast.

"Hey, Sharlette." March waved back, a spoon stuck in his mouth.

"March, why do you have a spoon in your mouth? Spit it off!" I giggled.

March immediately plucked off the spoon and used it to dug another serving. "So, why did you call today?"

"Well, the farmer's market is today and since you wanted me to come to your house after visiting the farmer's market, I was wondering if your house is all set. I mean if it needed a few more touches, I can come tomorrow. I'm quite flexible during the holidays."

March opened his mouth to talk but all that came out is a long yawn. It's already funny as it is but add a bit of lag to it and it's the week's comedy. "S-sorry, about that. Actually my house is all prepared since I came home from camp. I told mom about our plans and she's absolutely ecstatic, so is dad. They're so overexcited, the house is clean and polished all the time. It's as if you're bound to burst into the house any moment."

I gasp at the mess I just caused to March's household. I have done my fair share of polishing and oh it is not easy. "I'm so, so sorry, March. I must've caused you a lot of trouble! Ack, I should've been more clear about the date of my visit."

"It's alright, Scarlette. Chillax. I can always use a bit of detergent smell. The soap and perfume i wear wore off quite easily. So, when's the farmer's market? This morning or afternoon?"

"Morning. Oh and also while I'm visiting your house, I also wanted to return The Maple Tree you gave me when we first met. I've finally finished reading it."

"Oh that's neat. So, is my words proven? About how this book differs from the other typical fluffy romance books?"

"It did have some fluff in it but the angst at the end totally caught me off guard. So I suppose, yes? Your words are proven quite well."

"You know what they say, 'show not tell'." March winked before sipping his morning tea.

"It's a pity though they didn't get to be together. I'm starting to grow on the girl's 'subtle' romantic gestures. Too bad the guy didn't noticed it until she died."

"Yeah, the guy's rather dense but we can't change anything about it, hm? I suppose all we can do is just to be a better person than those characters. See their flaws and try our best not to fall into the same hole as they did. And not only focusing on their flaws but also on their talents. WE can implement those in our daily life too."

I nodded slowly at this piece of advice. "Wise words, Mr. Cromwell."

"Why thank you, miss Scarlette."

We both laughed before reassuring each other of our meeting point and ended the call.

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"What took you so long?!" I sighed, exasperated at March who came running at me because he's LATE. LIKE SOOOO LATE!

"Sorry, mom kept me back to help with the dishes. She even used you as an excuse!" He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

I raised my eyebrow. "What did she say?"

March cleared his throat and attempted to do a Mrs. Cromwell impression. "'We're going to have  girl in the house you know! Don't you know what we're thinking inside these big brain of ours here, hm?! We're absolutely disgusted at the sight of dirty platters, winced at the dusty cupboard, horrified at dirty bathrooms and none the less horrified about messy bedrooms! In short we're perfectionist and that friend of yours is certainly no difference. Whether she's the mayor's daughter or some girl you met in school, we girl have the same thought process. Now don't be a lazy scum and clean up those dishes, now! Yes, now! You don't want to give her a bad first impression of our family do you?!' Is more or less what she said."