IF I FALL - #Wattys2016

AM I STUPID ? | LYA

I was settling down little by little and was slowly getting used to my new life and place and I must admit that I was in love with this city and new life.

Just like Sarah mentioned it, the residence was not at full capacity and it was kind of a good thing since the common areas were never packed so I had the whole library and rooftop almost to myself. I was not necessarily eager to meet new people as I never was a social butterfly to begin with, so this setting was perfect to me.

All week long, after walking the street and exploring this amazing city, I would come back to the residence in the afternoon to pick a book and devour it until its last page on the rooftop terrace while enjoying the warm and sunny weather. It was a heavenly feeling to me. Being able to enjoy a great book while making the most of the summer without being disturbed was my conception idea of paradise.

Sarah and I went shopping together as planned and she showed me all the stores she usually went to before taking me to her favorite spot in Manhattan to have drinks.

I was expecting a bar or restaurant in a busy street but it was nothing like that. The small place was across the street of the East River pier 6. It looked more like an antique shack than a bar to be honest. No music, no creative design, just outdated and damaged deep brown wooden table and their matching uncomfortable chairs. No souls besides the way too elder bartender and us. A somewhat depressing atmosphere that didn't seem to suit Sarah bubbly character and appearance.

I would have prefered getting drinks to go and settling to the grass trail located on the second floor of the pier, relaxing on one of the long chairs or on the grass where some people were laying  while enjoying the sun and the light breeze of the river and making the most of the spectacular views of Downtown Brooklyn and the Brooklyn Bridge. But it seemed Sarah enjoyed that bar so why not giving it a go after all?

Sarah was talking a lot about everything but was rarely mentioning herself. She was fond of fashion and I had already noticed she was always really tasteful when it came to clothing. She was funny and was often making jokes of all types of situation. She told me how she became a model and why she picked fashion for her studies, and I listened, stunned by her story. I had always admired people like her who, from as long as they can remember, knew what they wanted and did their best to reach their target. I had never met any model before so obviously, I had a lot of questions to ask her about her career in the making.

One thing I noticed though is that she never told anything too personal. She never mentioned her youth, her love life or even her family. And it was fine with me. Asking people questions about their personal lives always lead them to ask you the same about yours and that was something I was avoiding as much as possible.

Talking about my life in Florida was not an option. Talking about my family was not one either. And the major problem when you start to befriend people is that, at some point, they would ask you these questions and someday you will have to give them some type of answer.

I always tried my best to postpone the day when I would have to serve these friends with my regular bullshit. Even my friends in Florida never knew about my real life. I just told the same lies over and over to everybody to buy my peace.

Hence, the fact that Sarah was not mentioning anything personal at all didn't bother me much and was actually pretty nice.

The only thing a bit personal she told me was that someone dear to her took her to this area for the first time and she immediately fell in love with that place. I deducted from her smile when she said that, that it must have been a boyfriend or ex lover but still kept quiet and only content myself with whatever she decided to tell me.

And she never asked me any questions either which made me think that we both could get along just fine if all our conversations were like this one.