catriona
@marchand
c2 seviye reading slump
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
"back home, everyone knows everything about me. in the city, i can dissappear."
"i find that hard to believe."
"there's a freedom that comes with being in the city. i'm no one here."
"and that's a good thing?"
"yeah. at home, i'm fern brookbanks."
"aren't you fern brookbanks here, too?"
"i am, but it doesn't mean anything."
"what about you?" he asked. "what gets you going?"
"me?"
"relax, fern brookbanks."
"likes: coffee, music, walking." i glanced at will. "the basics."
"the fundamentals."
will studied me for a second, his smile unsure. "let's put it on."
i ducked behind the counter and connected my ipod to the speaker system. fiona apple filled the coffee shop. i looked up to find will watching me. my stomach dipped.
"i love this song." he said. "every single night, right?"
"mm-hmm." so he was funny and hot and had good taste in music. whatever.