That inopportune moment

"I know what you're thinking." He said.

-"is that so?" I asked him, as a smirk made its way.

"I know you're thinking this is going to be a perfect story about a perfectly handsome high school bad boy and a perfectly shy wallflower girl who fell in love and lived happily ever after." his coarse voice said, as he lit up his cigar and looked out of the window at the setting sun as the slow and warm autumn winds rustled a few papers kept on the desk.

"But isn't that how first love is supposed to be, sir?" I asked as I furrowed my eyes. Rumi told me this is going to be the best love story I've ever lend my ears to. What is he saying?

I think I heard him chuckle, as he said "No, honey, not to her. Love was...love is..." he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at me "Where from?"

Little surprised from the sudden shift of words, I replied "Beginning?"
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Hi, I'm Sasha, I'm the chief editor of 'Lost in Love' magazine. And Rumi told me this would be the love story I try to find in every face of this city. Are you going to listen too?
Oh you can, I don't mind. Come, sit fast, I think he is going to start. He is smiling at no one in general. That's where we start, right?