It's an early spring afternoon and I'm sitting here at the bank of the river, sipping coffee and eating icecream. This city is said to have a mediterranean feel and I admit I believe it, being sunlit, warm and inviting. Wearing Wayfarers, with the breeze in the hair, it feels very much like a holiday.
This girl, sitting opposite, she's a friend. We're here for the sake of not-so-old times. She's here to tell me how the others are, the group of friends I hardly come to see anymore. And she relays how my ex is doing. And I'm to tell her how happy I am doing what I'm doing and about the whole unexpected twist in my life.
We chat until the wind picks up and the skies darken. Shall I drive you home?, I suggest and she hastily refuses only to agree a moment later after a quick look at the clouds. We smile softly and I take her home just as the pelting rain starts whipping the sidewalk.
It's an early spring after all.
