silhouettes

absit omen

My parents and I are having dinner. The McFarland's are over. The gratin lobster lays half-eaten on a white plate decorated with spices and legumes. My mother is talking about her trip to Paris tomorrow, with Mrs. McFarland. The McFarland's are our family friends, next week they'll be going to Europe. My father speaks about business with James McFarland, the father-in-law of Daniel. Daniel's the son of my mother's friend from Chicago. He's also the guy who I've been best friends with back than. Later, we became acquaintances, unfortunately. We just grew apart. We haven't seen each other for months, because he's in uni already. I overhear him fluently talks about the law with my dad.

I've always had a thing for him. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. I'm pretty much the opposite; depressed and pessimistic. We both so far from perfect, but perfect for each other.

The maid Francine keeps bringing food in and out. I stare at the glimmering piece of dessert that's served: crème brûlee. I disgust the taste of caramel already. My parents busily discuss the architecture of nowadays.

"Olivia, why don't you show Daniel our new lounge set in the gallery?" my mom asks. I look into Daniel's dark brown eyes.

"Sure," I respond. "If Daniel is interested." I put some crème brûlee on my plate. "Yes, I am. The style of your house has always been appealing." Daniel says.

"Well, I'm glad to hear. My stylists and architects designed it all." my mom brags.

Daniel and I both finish our meal and take the stairs to the lounge. "Looks great! Didn't your dad buy that painting on an auction?" he asks when we get to the gallery. A big red, black dotted painting hangs on the wall.  "Yeah, my dad bought that painting in Paris for my mom."I tell Daniel as he's about to sit on the large white couch. "Nice." I sit in front of him on the other white couch that's a it smaller than the other one. "We really haven't seen each other in sometime, right?" he asks me.

"Yeah, I kinda missed you." I laugh.

He smiles. I look at Daniel's manly awkward figure. Up close, he's even more handsome. His kissable lips, his brown eyes. The way he's looking at me makes me a little bit happier. To change topic, I brag about the painting on the wall. Paintings don't even interest me that much. "The only art form I care about is music." I proudly say as a pianist. "Cool. Can you play for me?" Daniel asks.

I respond "Of course. But the piano is in the garage. And it's 11 PM already."

"What about tomorrow? It's Sunday tomorrow, you know."

"Great."I say, as I really mean it.

"I don't know why we drifted apart, but we did. And I regret. I want us to be friends again, the way we used to. I want us to stay up all night talking about what's in our heart."

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' absit omen means the sign god forbid