14 days before the 8th of January
“Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, Joana!”
I heard every exchange of greetings outside. I went near the window to watch them.
“Look at how happy they are,” I told myself.
I grabbed my thick jacket and went outside for another walk. I forgot to buy my favorite ice cream yesterday.
How come we forget our favorites? Or is it just me?
My walk towards the convenience store led me to reminiscence.
“Sorita! Are you free after school?”
“Uhm… I guess not. Why?”
“I just want to ask you out for an ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Yeah. If it’s alright with you.”
“Well, it’s just ice cream so, why not?”
“Oh. Thank you.”
I never had a lot of friends because for me, I don’t need a lot. I prefer having few but quality friends. No one ever approached me in this campus except Diego.
“Chocolate?” He said while I am about to grab the cup of chocolate ice cream on the store’s freezer.
“And so what?”
“Try something new. Try this one, cookies and cream. That’s my favorite.”
“Nah.”
“Just a try,” he smiled.
“Okay.”
We sat comfortably on the vacant spot inside the convenience store. Or maybe just Diego felt comfortable that time.
“Why are you befriending me?”
“Why not? I mean, I can be friends with anyone I want.”
“Everyone in class avoid me. Why do you want to be with me?”
“Let’s just say, you’re an awesome person. And not all people see that. Just so you know, you’re awesome.”
“Really? Well, you are not.”
“I can never beat your rudeness, Sorita,” he chuckled.
“Of course.”
“But you’re still cute that way.”
I am verily hooked up with those memories not until I accidentally bumped with someone.
When I finally redeemed my consciousness, I saw a lady in red dress in front of me.
“Ouch! Are you out of this world?” The lady looked at me intently.
“Yes,” I said while raising my brow.
“Weirdo!” She rolled her eyes on me.
“Thanks. Merry Christmas,” I said and then she left.
I bought a cup of cookies and cream flavored ice cream and brought it home. This flavor became my favorite since Diego came. Maybe because it is delicious or maybe it reminds me of how I became head-over-heels in love with him back then.
“Tu me manques, Diego. But I shouldn’t,” I said before taking the first scoop of my ice cream.
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The Quiet World of Sorita
Kısa HikayeThis is a story of Sorita, a lady in her near 30's, living her introvert life. I hope you'll enjoy the journey with her.
