I'm a Hurricane

"You aren't from here."
"How'd you know?" said Calum sarcastically in his thick Australian accent.
I grinned, and gathered my things.
"Come on," I said, beckoning him out the door of the small coffee shop we met in, "I'll show you the city."
He gave me a reluctant smile, but grabbed my hand and let me pull him off to who knows where.
-
Maybe I was just being nice to another nice person.
Or maybe I was feeling something again.
It's hard to tell.
But the thing I do know, is that maybe, just maybe, I won't be so alone anymore.