Swift Scribbles: A Couple or A Coupling?
She likes to hold hands.
It does make me uncomfortable – but she likes it, so she can have it.
She likes to ask questions too. Questions I can answer – but I choose not to. Her questions make me uncomfortable.
They are deep and penetrating. Questions she really has no business asking me – or maybe she does.
At this point; I don’t know anymore.
I do know; however, that I like being with her. I like holding her hands, speaking with her, looking into her eyes and all those somehow things.
We’re here at Rapsody’s. It’s early in the afternoon.
She’s stirring a Strawberry Daiquiri. Me? Nothing so fancy. I’m sipping on Coke and Vodka on the rocks – my own blend.
We’re making small talk – and then out of the blue I ask her;
“Whatever made you come after me?”
She stops her movements and sits so still I’m afraid I said the wrong thing.
And then she looks up at me, the devil of a smile hanging around her lips and she says; “Slow down cutie. What do I look like – EFCC?”