"sorry, i was...
somewhere else."
i'm almost always
somewhere else
but i'm never surewhere that somewhere else is.
i don't know
what else i should say to her
because textbooksnever taught me
how to do somethinglike this.
"do you
want to grab a coffee
with me?" She asks.i think i would.
i wonder if
coffee tastes better
in Her presence too."sure,"
i forget to ask when
and which place
and watch Her walk awaywithout working out
any specifics.
YOU ARE READING
titles don't make sense for things like this
Short Storyshe has no direction and neither do I, but we manage to meet coincidentally.