"Wait, so you don't like coffee?"
"Nope." She smiled.
"That's insane. Its freaking 2013. I thought every 17 year old girl was in love with coffee."
"Well I'm the exception I guess."
I shook my head. Mostly the the disbelief on how well our first date was going. I thought for sure I'd fuck it up somehow. We sat in a diner not far from my work just talking over a plate of chessey fries.
"Okay so, you don't like chocolate, you're allergic to flowers and you hate the color pink? Are you even a girl?"
"Don't forget I also don't believe in love at first sight or highschool sweethearts."
"Why's that then?"
"Because it's not real." Four simple words, a small argument that defied the very thing 98.99% of what the worlds population believed in. Yet Evangeline found a way to say it as if her word was gold.
"And because it's not real that means most of us are living a lie. Love is a half baked lie."
"You said 'half' just now." I interrupted, "meaning you do believe in love."
"I never said I didn't."
YOU ARE READING
September met January on a rainy day in May.
Novela JuvenilDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
