Word Kept

“The answer to that, is simple, Ayda. Like myself, your life is a never, ever, ending process. Though you have lived, still, a typical human lifespan, you are not jaded by eternity. I find that refreshing, fascinating.”

Zin leaned in towards me, no sign of his breath in the cold air, “And what you are, is the sweet after taste from a drink.”

I stared a moment into his dark eyes, quiet pools of solitude capturing me after every blink, but then, the laughter erupted from me somewhere deep, “You, seriously? Sorry, give me just a second,” I kept laughing, his pickup line was so cliché I couldn’t stand it.

I finally took a deep breath, calming the nerves and silliness that had overcome me.

I looked back at him and he was ginning, “Did you find it amusing? I came up with that quip myself.”

I nodded, “Yeah, it was unexpected, but I did find it’s cheesiness, easy to swallow,” I really wasn’t trying to play into it, but couldn’t help myself.