Truly an inspiration

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Of course I'm not lying. [laughs]

Cold pizza? Oh, no, Anita, that’s not what I meant. Hot pizza, cold drink.

Oh. [laughs] Anyways, how are you? How have you been? 

Dylan smiled, and something was blooming inside of him, though he wasn’t sure what. “Me too,” he said, serenely. In this moment, he felt grounded, and humble, and electrified in a way he’d never been before. There was nothing particularly unique about this day or moment, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was. “It’s rare that you come across someone you agree with 110% when it comes to existentialism.” His head cocked to the side as he took his first sip of ridiculously sweet coffee. “I happen to enjoy it. But you’re right, when people make a bad cup of coffee you can’t really tell until you drink it.” He put his mug down and felt himself getting distracted by Anita’s eyes, her smile, and the way the sun was striking her face. “Um, not really. Just depends on what I’m feeling, I guess. Do you?” 

The way Dylan smiled made Anita's heart skip a beat. He seemed so connected with her in that moment, and she couldn't shake the happiness bubbling inside her. She nodded, "Not many understand... I'm glad that we do. It's rather exciting that you understand my theories." As he took a sip of his coffee, she tried to imagine the taste. "I just don't trust coffee, and that's that." She let out another laugh. She noticed how Dylan's eyes trailed around her face. She blushed, not quite sure what he was looking at. She subconsciously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and smiled down at her cup of tea. She looked back up at him, staring into his eyes. She had noticed how striking they were before, but this was different lighting. They had taken a whole new color, they were still blue, bot now they had hints of gray within them. "I see. In the Summer, I prefer peach tea or chamomile." She bit her lip, did his hair always look like that when it hit the sun? She quickly looked at her watch, trying to snap herself out of the daze she was in. She wasn't sure what was blossoming inside her, but the feeling was intriguing and foreign.