The deepest part of my soul

Chapter 7

We were sitting in a cafe studying for an upcoming exam. Shannon sighed tiredly over her papers and then looked up at me. She gave me a questioning look.

„What were these old women thinking?" She was confused.

„Be careful what you say." I warned her. „After a few decades, the next generation will also see us as "old women"." She grimaced in disgust.

„I will never be an old woman!" She declared indignantly.

„No?" I raised my eyebrow.

„Of course not! I..." She searched for the right words. „I will be an elegant madame!" She finally said triumphantly and I almost smiled.

"Really?" I feigned surprise. "Are you going to run a brothel?" She looked at me in amazement, then gave me a dirty look. She shook her head.

"Then madame is not the right word." She was lost in her thoughts. "Damn! There is no good word for it. Maybe I will be more mature, but I'll never grow old." She stated firmly. "I will never call anyone an old woman ever again." She swore. "I never thought about how offensive it could be. If any kid dares to call me that in the future, I'll take out my rifle."

"You don't have one." I reminded her, but she just shrugged.

"I will get one!" There was a devilish light in her eyes. " I am going to be a terrible senior citizen. But I am not going to be old. I will be a woman rich in memories and poor in wrinkles." She lifted her chin proudly.

" So you are going to spend your pension on plastic surgery. I see." I nodded knowingly. Instead of being offended she just grinned.

"It seems your evil self is ruling over you today. I like it." I was the one who shrugged this time. What's true is true.

"It's been locked up too long and started to get noisy." I said and she sighed.

"The angel on my shoulder was captured by the devil a long time ago. It put it in a box, nailed it, put a lock on it, and threw the key into the ocean. And then it shipped the box to Jaipur."

"Jaipur?" I asked doubtfully.

" That was the first thing that came to my mind." She turned the pages. "I solemnly swear, if I pass my exams I will take you to dance." She muttered under her breath.

"You know I hate crowded places." I turned the page too.

"Goddammit!" She slammed the glass on the table but luckily it was already empty. "How long do you want to live like this?" She was more curious than angry. "Since I have known you, you have never gone out to have fun or try to build a relationship with others. Don't you sometimes want to forget about everything and just live as you please?"

"Everyone has a different way of having fun and relaxing. You like to go out dancing and I prefer to read at home. Both are good ways."

"I also like to read sometimes but you have never tried my way. How do you know you won't like it?"

"From my personality?" I looked at her in disbelief.

" I am just asking you to give it a chance. If you feel uncomfortable or bad, we can leave in 5 minutes. I am serious.

„Let me think about it." Not that I never wanted to give it a chance. In the movies and books, the main characters seemed to have fun even if they weren't the outgoing type. Well, of course not all of them. But it makes you wonder about the possibilities. „Only if we score above 90%." I wanted to set a condition. I didn't want to make the final decision. I leave it up the fate, I guess. Of course, I will study as hard as I always do and do my best, but that does not guarantee success. Especially if your professor is in a bad mood. Curious things can happen then.