This is the last 'Becoming Me' segment of this story but feel free to read the full story on my profile:) Enjoy the teen angst because the next chapter of 'Breathe' is going to be a wee bit heartbreaking.
So, we continued to sit in that cafe. Refill after refill. Failed flirting. Successful Flirt. Drama. Mystery. Complete and utter immersion into every day has some unlisted perks. Who knew that mediocre, everyday strangers could captivate one's attention for hours? We sat there for the remainder of the day. The cocoa taste cemented on my tongue and the slice of cake we had ordered two hours ago left forgotten amid our "talking". We spoke the way someone in a confession speaks to their priest; confession and verdict. I would posit an observation and she would either congratulate me on my deduction or offer a quip about my missing the obvious detail that debunked my theory. I was one of the best days I'd ever had.
