3: coffee crumble, coffee stumble

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the next day, she had the same feeling of boredom.

“should i come outside again or nah?” she kept debating to herself in her mind.

it was nine in the morning and she didn’t want to stay in the house, hearing old 60’s music from her grandmother’s radio. that’s the only thing she hated when she get to stay with her grandparents. she would also tend to feel…old.

she got off of bed and put on her flip flops as she finally decided to come out and under the sun again.

the weather was normally warm, the skies are bright and blue, and the breeze was tranquil.

she went to explore the village again, greeting the people she got to meet on the street with a smile. she even tried to observe her surroundings, and to admit, she had the hope of seeing calum again. she found him really nice and fun to be with. he’s literally the first person she can consider as a friend.

she thought of her life way back in chicago. she missed her best friend, blue. she loved how her best friend was named after the color of the sky, of the sea, of blueberries, of everything nice she liked. she also missed her bed, the floral duvet her mom got her for last year’s christmas. she missed her mom. she didn’t know how long she would stay in houston and she didn’t know if when will she be back in chicago, where she can finally visit her mom in graceland cemetery. the thought of her mom made her look up to the sky.

“hi, mom. i made it to houston; your favorite place.” she whispered as if she was talking to her mom. she had hope that her mom can hear her.

she was totally lost in her thoughts in the middle of the street that she almost got hit by a dashing motorbike. gladly, she had been pulled back.

“woah! look out!” a familiar voice exclaimed as he took a grip of her arm. “hey! this is a village street, not a fucking highway, you asshole!” he yelled at whoever that guy who was driving the big bike, who didn’t even hear him either.

she can feel the heavy thumping of her heart for almost having that near-death experience. she turned around only to see calum holding her protectively. her heart beat faster than ever. it was either she was too glad to see him or farther than that feeling.

“watch where you’re going next time.” he said in calm tone although he was trying to reprimand her.

“i’m sorry.” that’s all she can say. she was still shaking, either because of the motorbike or calum being so closed to her or both. “and uh, thank you. thank you so much.” she rambled on.

“you scared me to death.” he sighed frustratedly as he let go of her arm.

“i-i’m sorry. she apologized again.

“you don’t have to apologize.” he shrugged it off. “so are you okay? how are you feeling?” his questions ran out of his mouth quickly.

she nodded. “i am. i’m okay.” she said in between heavy breathing.

he noticed the obvious trembling voice she had. “okay, relax. breathe.” he tried to cool her down. “come on. i know a place where you can cool down.” he took her hand and she just simply followed him to wherever he was taking her.

“where are we going?” she can’t help but ask.

“mrs. brannon’s dairy house.” he answered. “we can get some ice cream or frozen pops to calm you down.” he smiled a comforting smile. “besides, i really love the coffee crumble there. you should try it. it’s the best seller.”

“more like coffee stumble.” she even tried to joke about the scary experience she had. “okay, that’s terrible.” she meant the joke.

he let out a few chuckles. “coffee crumble, coffee stumble. good one.” he commented.

on their way to the dairy house, there’s one thing they haven’t noticed.

their intertwined fingers.

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an: moral lesson – do not talk to the sky in the middle of the street or you’ll die

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