Colorful Autumn

It became a glorious, colourful autumn.

We’d just left the espresso shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be freedom birds and get some pumpkin spice!”

I don’t like espresso. I by no means had. But when she surpassed me my cup and looked into my eyes whilst I attempted it, it become the best thing I’d ever tasted.

My hand nevertheless tingled where she grabbed it.

As we walked via the park with our drinks, a light drizzle started out to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.

“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but snicker too, her snigger is infectious.

As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit down on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could most effective gaze lower back adoringly.

“So Dear…” She commenced. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.

“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I regarded away. I desired to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the simplest one I can ever assume about. You’re fantastic and awesome and funny and sweet and simplest and…’

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and appeared down at my cup.

She checked out me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”

“Okay.” I said.

“The human being I like… …is you.”

I drop my drink.

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