Tom's POV
We're getting up close and personal. I'm actually telling someone about my life. Especially about my father. In case you didn't know,I don't like talking about him. Unless I have to or I want to. In this case,I want to. Losing my father was the breaking point in my life.
"I lost my grandpa when I was 15." Julia said softly,keeping her eyes in front.
"What was it like?" Careful not to say something hurtful.
"I,uh,I remember sitting beside his deathbed. Holding his hand,begging him not to leave me. To stay." Her breath trembled a bit. "I remember every single moment that I had spent with him crossed my mind and that made me cry,knowing that I won't have anymore moments with him. But,it's okay. People come and go. Like you said,that was years ago. And I'm okay." She smiled.
I rubbed her arm comfortingly. I wished she wouldn't have continued telling me about her grandfather. She really didn't have to. I could tell it was making her sad. I told her about my father voluntarily just because there's not much to say about myself. My family is small. Considering I'm an only child and it's only my mother and I now. See? Not much to say.
We found a wooden park bench and sat down. There was a fair space in-between us. "So,enough depressing stories. I wanna know what you do."
"What I do?" I didn't understand.
"Yeah,what you work as." She swung her legs back and forth.
"Oh,um,I'm a teacher. Well,I'm going to be one. I hope."
"What do you mean,you hope?" She turned her head towards me.
"I went for an interview yesterday before I came to the coffee shop. I'm suppose to get a call today but I haven't got it yet."
"Hey,I'm sure you slayed that interview." She squeezed my arm.
"Slayed?" I said bewildered. "You think that I killed that interview?"
"Oh,no. It means you succeeded in something. It's internet slang." She laughed.
"Oh,I don't really get on the internet." I chuckled at my own humiliation.
"So,where are you hoping to be a teacher?"
"Oakvale Elementary School." I said hoping it wasn't embarrassing to choose an elementary school when I could've chose a Secondary School.
"Oh,an elementary teacher. Let me guess,English?" She smiled.
"Seems obvious, doesn't it?" I grinned.
"You love children? I have a nephew. He's the sweetest thing ever. I miss him. My family in general."
"Yes,they're quite enjoyable. I have a lot of nieces and nephews. That's the consequences of having older cousins." I laughed,shaking my head.
"What's your mom's name?" She asked with a sweet smile.
I couldn't help but stare at her face. She's so beautiful that it's incredible she's even existing in this small world. It's even more incredible that she accepted my offer for coffee considering I've only met her yesterday and last night once more when I had thought we weren't going to meet again,drunk. That was a tragic,tragic situation. She should've declined me the moment I asked her.
I know for a fact that if a stranger I just met that very day asks me to spend the night at their home or simply for coffee the next day,I would honestly turn them down. But she,she accepted my offer. Even when I slightly pressed my offer. I'm being selfish,I know. I am feeling guilty about that. But,she accepted even when I had been so insisting. So,that's a good start,right?
