How To Find Your Future

9 - Which Do You Prefer

Olivia

"First question. What do you like to do in your free time?"

I tap my finger on my chin. "That depends."

Charlie raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'that depends'?"

I sit forward and splay my hands on the table. "Well, what's it like outside? If it's nice out I'll go out and find little flowers to collect and press. If it's not nice out then I'll stay inside and draw or paint."

As I'm saying all of this Charlie speed writes to get it all done. "You press flowers?"

I nod. "It's actually really nice. I love doing it when I'm in new places and then I can look for ones I've never seen or have never collected before and put them into my book. It sits there in the book and when I go back it reminds me of that place and the memories I made there."

"So do you like traveling to different places?"

I sit back and think about that one. Do I? "I'm not sure. I like going to different places and exploring. But if we're talking about traveling to different places I'm not a fan of long car or plane rides."

Charlie nods. "Those are the worst parts. I hate when I'm in an airplane and we land. It's so bumpy."

I nod. "Do you travel a lot?"

Charlie shakes his head. "Not really. The only memory I have of traveling is when I was little and me and my parents went down to Florida."

I smile. "That sounds sweet."

He nods and smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

I take a glance around the bakery. No one is in here but the two of us. Nick left the minute I arrived. He said he had a group project to work on. Seeing him leave made me a little sad. We haven't had any time together. Which, I know I shouldn't be hoping for, but I can't help it.

"Next question. What's your favorite color?"

My attention snaps back to him. "What does that have to do with me finding a job?"

Charlie shrugs. "I have no idea. But it's one of the questions on here." He guestrues down at the paper in front of him.

I don't have to think about that. "My favorite color would have to be blue."

"Why's that?" His pen hovers over the paper, waiting for my answer.

I blush. I can't tell him the true reason it's my favorite color. That would be too personal and make my crush more obvious. I shrug. "I don't really have a reason. It just is."

He raises an eyebrow but writes it down anyways. "If you say so."

"How many questions are there anyways?" I lean forward trying to get a glimpse of the papers.

Charlie blocks them with his arm and smirks. "Hey. That's my job."

I roll my eyes. "Well I don't want to be here all night answering the questions. I do have school work to do."

"I know. You think I don't?"

I slump back into my chair and cross my arms. "That's not what I meant."

He shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair. "Sorry."

I nod. "Alright. So what's the next question?"

"What would you have to say is your biggest fear?"

"Like, common fears or ones that are specific for each person?"

Charlie's eyes dance as he looks down at the paper before he shrugs. "I'm not sure. I don't think it really matters?"

I shrug. "If you say so. My fear would have to be spiders."