Serendipity

"You are serendipity.", he says.
"A pleasant surprise?", I ask.

"Yeah.", he says, smiling,

"I've always hated surprises. Mostly they are noisy and poorly organized birthday parties, ghastly Christmas sweaters or a secondhand car that your Dad gives you with great pride even though he bought it at the price of a toaster oven and its already got a few million miles on it.

But sometimes, its you."

"Sky?", I say, looking at him.

"Hm."

"You know you're anti-social right?"