“We need to talk. Tomorrow after work. Meet me at the entrance to the park.”, is all i said to T. over the phone that evening.
The next day, T. waltzed happily towards me, as i was sitting on a bench closest to the park entrance. Closing in, she did a pirouette that ended in a bow before me, even though she wore heels. “Is this lofty display of joy suppose to be ironic?”, i asked. “Aw, you’re no fun today. Period problems?”, she replied with a big grin on her face. “Yeah, the period of Noctilucent blue. Let’s walk.”, pointing to the walkway. “Well, before you start criticizing me, do you remember that little “white noise” stunt you pulled?”, she asked. “That was different.”, i replied. “How was that any different from what i did?”. I turned to her and with a clear frown, i articulated every word: “BY U-SING E-MO-TIONS!”, i replied. She began to chuckle, the chuckle turning into a laugh. “Oh, the face you just made. Priceless. Price-less! It was like seeing grumpy cat articulating the word emotions. Oh, the irony.” She continued laughing. “Please. Stop. You’re killing me here. Stop frowning.” Another wave of laughter overcame her. I turned away. “Fine. I don’t want to have you on my conscience.” Wiping away her tears she replied: “But you have a beautiful creative mind.” “Do you want me to kill you with my frown now or should i save it for later?”, i asked. “You can’t be mad at me for having a good teacher.” She patted me on the back. I sighed. “I suppose not. Do you have any pointers for me on how i could get out of this quicksand trap you created?” Coming across a hopscotch, she hopped till the end, turned around and said: “Nope.”, with her hands behind her back like a good little school girl. “You’re incredible.” i replied, looking up at the cloudy sky. “I know. Also, are you flirting with me?” She smiled. “If that will make your future stories less troublesome, sure. I’ll flirt you into old age.”, i replied. “Great! Then we have a deal.” I stopped walking while looking at her back. “What?”, she asked as she turned around after noticing i wasn’t by her side anymore. I began to walk in her direction. “You are one weird woman.” She replied: “The pot calling the kettle black.” We both smiled. “So, do you want to come to my place for some nice hot tea or coffee?”, she asked out of the blue. “Is that how you lure men into your bed?”, i asked smiling. “Oh damn, i’ve been found out!”, she said grinning. A few seconds passed. “What? You’re not trying to deny it?”, i asked surprised. “Nope. I’m not going to.”, she said as she looked away from me. “Don’t tell me you’re blushing right now.” She grabbed my hand and increased her walking pace: “Come on, it’s getting really cold out here.” I began to laugh wholeheartedly.
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