It was a wonderful, colorful fall.
We just got out of the coffee shop. As we walked by, she giggled and pulled me in and said, "Come on, let's be simple white girls and get some pumpkin spice!"
I don't like coffee. I've never had it. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes as I tried it was the best thing I had ever tasted.
My hand was still tingling where she took it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle started to fall. She pulled an umbrella out of her bag, I pulled up my hood and shrugged.
"Don't be stupid," she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn't help but laugh too, her smile is infectious.
When the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed at me and I could only look back admiringly.
"So Ava ..." she began. I knew this tone, it is dangerous.
"Who do you like?" She whispered and I looked away. I wanted to say, "You, you, a thousand times you. You're the only thing I can ever think of. You are beautiful and sweet and funny and ... '
Instead, I shrugged and looked at my cup.
She looked at me with a cautious smile. "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?"
"Okay." I said.
"The person I like ... ... is you."
I drop my drink.
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