What the Heart Knows
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“A bucket list?” he asked. She cringed mentally. Damn, he was quick.
“I guess you could call it that.”
“You’re a little young for that type of thing, don’t you think?” he asked. He chuckled when she shrugged. If you only knew, Oliver.
“It keeps me busy.”
“I sense there’s a story there.”
“I could say the same for you,” she said.
“Touché.”
“Tell me about you,” she said.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
His own words given back made him smile, and she swallowed back a moan. He was a beautiful man to begin with, but when he smiled he was stunning. It made her want to pinch her arm to prove she wasn’t dreaming.
“That’s a tall order. Why don’t we start with favorite color and hobbies? I’m partial to black, I collect vintage records, go to concerts, and at the risk of sounding like a cliché, I enjoy taking pictures.”
“If we’re talking clichés, my favorite color is pink, though I swear I’m not overly girly, and I’d love to see your record collection some time.”
“What do you like to listen to?” he asked. His body relaxed as he opened up, and the edgy vibe he’d carried when he first stepped into Cupa dissipated.
“A bit of everything, though I’m not a big fan of modern country, you?”
“I can listen to everything, but I’m partial to the old punk, some 80’s pop punk, rock and alternative.”
“Nice selection, Mr.?”
“Young.”
“Oliver Young, I like it. What’s your middle name?”
“Oh no, I’m not telling you that.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Yes it can.” The grim expression on his face made her laugh out loud.
“You do realize you’re talking to Juniper Blossom Bloom, right?” He laughed.
“Your name is cute, mine is just cruel.”
“Maybe I can guess.”
“You can try.”
She narrowed her eyes and focused on his face. Francis, no… Hugo? A chill ran down her spine as a voice in her mind whispered an answer. Cornelius.
“Cornelius?”
She slipped back into the hooded sweater she’d taken off earlier, as a chill settled over her.
“Did it get cold in here to you?” she asked.