"Did you know that someone can have more of a chance dying from lack of sleep than a lack of diet?"
"You're back."
"I did say I would come back, didn't I?"
"Um yea you're right..."
"So what are we reading today?"
"We? I'm reading a book about this girl who is extremely ambisinister and is ironically a waitress."
"That's like when Burke became kinda ambisinister during surgery after his shooting accident."
"You watch Grey's Anatomy?"
"Of course who doesn't?"
"Me. Kinda. I never got past the ending of season 2."
"I don't blame you. It can be quite a roller coaster show."
I agree with him with a slight nod and a quiet 'mhm'. His warm honey skin matched his voice when he spoke. Our knees were barely touching, only pieces of fabric separating his touch from mine. His cologne wafted over to me. It resembled a minty but sweet type of smell combined with a bit of sweat. We were sitting under a large window, with streams of light on our books.
"Do you have a name or am I to be clueless forever?"
"I can give you the pleasure of never knowing my name," He raises an eyebrow at my leading words.
"But, since I'm feeling quite unpleasant. My name is Loki." I laugh internally at his dropped open mouth kind of expression.
"Like the Marvel villain? Like Thor's brother?"
"I'm just kidding, that's not my actual name, no worries."
"To make it perhaps easier or more reassuring for you, my name is Ryder."
"I'm going to call you Rye Bread. Is that okay?"
"No? What the hell?"
"Too bad."
"Be fair. What's your name?"
This time, I am the first one to walk up and leave the conversation. As his eyes merely watched without a word.
YOU ARE READING
Words and Meanings
Short StoryA conversation between two students in a library that invest their time into words spilled on a page.
