“It’s weird having this place so crowded, right?” you threw a serene smile at me only before taking a sip from your drink, a pencil inserted by the crook of your fingers.
I nodded hesitantly.
I thought we were done with small talks.
“But it’s great seeing people actually celebrate Valentine’s Day with their loved ones.” You sighed as you gazed at the crowd.
Right then and there, I realized one thing.
You must be a man of great sentiments.
I saw how you watched the couples, as if you knew and understand how they felt. I frowned, thinking that you didn’t deserve to be alone on this ‘special day’ drinking caramel macchiato, sitting in front of me—who had no idea of how the world goes when it came to love. Because all I did was stare at you and deprive everyone else of my trust.
Only that, I have clearly voiced my certain thought out—which was really uncalled for.
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The Fifth Date
Любовные романыHer Solitude. His Company. Her Silence. His Words. Her Americano. His Caramel Macchiato. Their Date. Their Fifth Date. -TheGreatDutchess #goodluckgeorgia
