Fall

"Want to hear something cheesy?" he asks me
"What?" I turn to face him removing my attention from the beach sand that has currently become my canvas
"how many seasons do we have?" I raise my brow confused
"Seasons? like dry and rainy season?" he nods "What does that have to do with anything" I add
"How many seasons do we have?" he asks again ignoring my question as if telling me to just go with it
I sigh "two seasons, why?"
"what about in the western countries, how many seasons?"
"Four" I reply
"what season is it currently there?"
"I don't know, I don't live there," I say nonchalantly not understanding where he is driving to
"It is the perfect season to be in love," he says smiling and looking at me
"How so?"
"The season reminds me to fall in love with you over again" he says with a wide smile
"God abeg" was all I could as I laughed at the cringe rizz but heaven knows my heart smiled so wide it skipped a beat.