Oh, you want to know about my writing?
I ask with a half quizzical smile on my face, sure he was handsome and I appreciated the question, but was he deserving of the answer?
I pause for a second as we make eye contact that made me feel like he's already read my writings.
"I write from the heart", I say after a moment.
"So you wear your heart on your sleeve?" he asks with a wink.
"I wear my heart on chest", I say blushing as I nervously fiddle with my necklace.
"That's not a bad place to keep it" he says smiling at me, "I would love to read your work sometime".
"I would love to show you, I write poetry mostly."
"Poetry huh?... poetry comes from the heart does it not?" He asks.
"Poetry is thought in the heart and spoken by the soul, poetry is in every inhale and exhale-" i blink as I realize im babbling on. We lock eyes and for a moment in time we are alone and I know he understands- me, my writing, my soul.
"Thats the beauty in poetry" I somehow manage to speak, "it brings souls together."
He reaches across the table to my hand, "What do you say we get out of here?" He says with a twinkle in his eye...