As I saw it was time to go I reached the cafe wandering. I was thinking it must be about the trip or the project. The stairs were decorated with red and white ribbons which was not use to. The server greeted me and asked if I was Amiara .I replied .This was really going weird. It was looking more a date than a meeting. He showed me the last table which was decorated as a bride. It took about a five minutes for Alex to show up. As he smiled it's the world, which stopped for me . Every thing faded only I could see is him. Wait...?...what! am I in love with him?
Never he would never see a nerd waking in his arms or making coffee for him. 'Hey' he called. 'Sorry I was lost '
' in who ?'
'Nothing'
He smiled . Every second he smiled it turned into a Paris the city of love.
'I want to tell you some thing '
After a sound silence the server arrived us with shakes. Taki'n a sip along with awkward silence.
' I think' I moved to go by leaving the table ......but......soon I felt a hand on my wrist.
'I love you' Alex shouted
A tear beautified on my face. A fraction of second he pulled me into hug.
My cry turned into a smile when he looked onto me .
'I really want an answer '
'I love you too Alex '
'Do you want to wake every morning in this nerd's arm?'
'Yes'
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THE NEWYORKER'LIFE
Teen FictionAmira is a adopted tomboy of Indian origin. A teen who is ignored by her rich family. Read it out just !
