"So what brings you here?" he asked me politely.
We were at the flea market in the downtown. Actually I wasn't looking for something particular, those hundred-euros-kind-of-antique-stuffs failed to attract my attention, "Nothing, my friend is still at work, so I'm just here, killing my time." I was about to take a picture of a lady selling vintage aprons when he smiled at me while saying, "I can see it, this is not your favorite thing to do, a girl like you." I choked, "What do you mean? a girl like me?" He smiled again, sweeter than before, "I guess a girl like you is not into spending time and money for shopping, you just enjoy traveling without complexity."
The weather was hot enough so I grabbed my water from my bag. This place must've been a favorite spot for locals in the summer. "Actually," I continued. "I do love shopping, but only when I feel like it and definitely is not my kind of therapy." I glanced at him. There is something about this guy, what first caught my attention was the t-shirt he was wearing, the t-shirt of my favorite band, and how I fell easily into conversation with a stranger like him. I never thought that this guy would be the one, the one I can't define my feeling to.
"So you like hiking?" he stood at the counter, ready to order his iced coffee. We went to the coffee shop nearby, the sun was evil. "I do, but I'm not a pro, not also that strong." I replied. He took two straws, one for me, "Here is one of the beautiful places to go hiking. Shall we?" and there's no way for me to say no.
"By the way, I was wondering, do you really listen to that band?" I asked him, looking at his t-shirt.
"I am a big fan, so I do, do you?"
"I grew up with them, with their songs. I'm Franda, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Franda. I'm Anda."
We took a look at each other and smiled.
***
I found myself in our favorite coffee shop wondering,
If I never met him,
If he never wore that t-shirt
If he ever fell in love with me
If I ever fell in love with him
or someone else
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