"Interesting choice," he said, nodding at my glass. His voice was soft, almost a murmur, the kind that seemed meant for me and me alone. "I don't think I've ever seen someone swap olives for cherries before."
I raised an eyebrow, giving him just the slightest smile. "Olives are overrated. And cherries... well, they're underrated. Don't you think?"
He smiled, that small, private sort of smile, like he knew I was playing with him but didn't mind.
"true friends lay underneath those witty words I don't believe, I can't believe a Damn thing they say, anymore," I sung, while lightly strumming the guitar that was balanced on my lap.
The door opens and I jump, my fingers slipped on the guitar playing a random cord that sounded awful. I looked up at the person who had so rudely interrupted my music time. His hair was a dark shade of black, he had olive toned skin and bright blue eyes, that just so happened to be staring into my dark blue eyes.
"Hey Luke," I say, smiling even though I was deeply annoyed. "what can I do for you?"
"nothing," he says, stepping into the room. "I heard you playing, your pretty good you know?"
I shrug. "I'm ok I guess."
This story is being written on my phone, so I am not responsible for autocorrected spelling errors.