She chose a fancy cafe.
I am more particular on the taste.
She had colourful drink and fancy big breakfast.
I had crossiant and ice Americano.
Her choice of bright red hair and highlights.
My ash brown hair stays neat and simple.
She was in floral and heels.
I am just in neutrals and flats.
"You do not need anymore height babe."
She took every photo possible, of food and selfie.
I basked in the present, people watch.
"I regret not continuing arts," she said.
"Hahaha, you will graduate in Mathematics." I replied.
Her eyes sparkle, talking about her first job, at 21.
I knew about the retrenchment ahead.
"I want a Valentine's bouquet."
"Chill. It will come, but it matter less than you think."
"How do people do things alone?"
"You'll find peace in solitude."
But some things never change.
We both swipe right on life and love,
Neither of us settles,
This remains constant.
She wondered about making the right choices.
I wondered if she will be proud of me. 🤷
Her laughter, her spirit, warms me up.
And that familar goodbye hug?
Maybe we'll have coffee again. ☕