Snowflakes On Our Tongues

Chapter 4

I woke the next morning still in a trance. No matter how I tried, I couldn't help but grin as I sat down to breakfast.

"Good morning Amelia. You certainly look like you're having a good day." My mother smiled and gave me a knowing look.

"I'm not sure what it is, but everything just feels perfect today." I quickly wolfed down a plate of eggs.

"I'm going to go for a walk to the library. I should be back in about an hour or so."

"Okay, have fun, honey. Keep your phone on you so I can check in."

The late November air was crisp and cool. I immediately found myself tugging my denim jacket tighter. Perhaps I would have to bring a heavier coat next time.

My heart pounded at the thought of seeing Jamie again. A fate I would hopefully fulfill once I reached the library. We had planned to meet there today last night.

If I closed my eyes, it felt as if his lips were still on mine. Turning a corner, the library came into sight. It was a quaint building, with a small cafe next door. It was one of my favorite places in town. I used to come almost every day when I was younger. I loved getting lost in the shelves of books.

I sat down on the bench outside and watched the people passing. I began to ponder the thought of people being like books. Everyone has a story. I wondered what Jamie's story was.

Looking up, I could see Jamie's tousled hair and goofy grin coming around the corner.

"Hi, Amelia." Biting his lip, I suddenly realized he was just as nervous as I was.

"Hi, Jamie." Just saying his name made me blush.

"Do you want to get a coffee or something?" He gestured to the shop next door.

"Sure!" The bell jingled and the fresh aroma of winter drinks greeted us as we stepped inside.