when i thought Midori was talkative

i had been very wrong.

she was a mere five

and he was crossing ten on the scale of words per minute.

not that i was particularly interested in my maths calculations

but his persistent talking was starting to make maths

seem like a break.

on the way home

i picked up milk and eggs

and chose a bottle of flavoured water to drink on my journey.

i was sitting by the window

watching the rain that was still scattering itself across the city

feeling the movement of the train surging forward

when my phone vibrated.

みどりちゃん (midori-chan)
hey :) i didn't see you on the train today. maths? ugh. tell me when you get home ♥

her words made me smile to myself

and i probably looked like an idiot

staring at my phone with a huge beam of a smile.

but i didn't care

because for the first time in months

i had something

or rather someone

else to care about.

[ah i just noticed this story is #882 in short story. thank you so much everyone for the support! it really makes me happy to know that people actually enjoy my writing <3]