Jordan // Shreya
So you're an Indian girl?
Yes, I am. How'd you find out?
Don't get mad at me....
Jordan, what did you do?
Nothing too bad...
Jordan.
I remembered Taylor saying that he banged this hot Indian chick and me, being the smart cookie that I am,put two and two together and I got mad so I punched Taylor and kinda broke his nose.
Oh. That's not too bad.
I enjoyed it.
He deserved it, so you'll hear no complaint from me.
Hey, I forgot to tell you, I no longer have Wednesday shifts at the cafè.
What? Why, if you don't mind my asking?
Soccer.
Oh. But either way, we never really hung out at the cafè.
True. We only talk over the phone.
Wanna know something?
Talk to me, Shreya.
I'm scared that if we actually talk in real, if we meet in real, it wouldn't be the same. I'm afraid that our friendship would be ruined and our personalities would clash. And I treasure and value our friendship too much to loose it.
Shreya. That will never happen, trust me. If our text conversations are this awesome, then I'm sure our real life conversations would be even more awesome. You have nothing to worry about. I'm your friend and I promise you, that's not going to happen. Trust me.
Thanks, Jordan :)
YOU ARE READING
La Vie En Rose
Short StoryThe story of a girl who leaves her journal in her favourite café and the boy who finds it.