“Well, what would you like to have?”

Putting menu back on the table, she hesitantly said “Apricot juice.”

“Never knew you like apricot juice.”

“Maybe it’s time to try something new.” Shrugged and opened her laptop.

He looked at her with doubtful eyes and contemplated her strange gestures. Slouching in a 

chair, not crossing her legs, typing with eyes kept staring on keyboard, and, above all, just being completely weird.

This is not right. Thinking to himself intensely, he knew those were not the usual ways of her manners. What’s wrong with her? Does she totally lose it?

“Are you sure about the apricot juice?”

“Yes, I am.” Answered softly.

“Pardon?”

“I said I was fine with the apricot juice.”

“Then, why did you answer me so softly that I barely heard you?”

“You hear me now. So, what’s the problem?”

This time, she looked right into his eyes and he slightly felt like she already came back.

“The problem is you do not actually want apricot juice.”

“What makes you jump into that clueless assumption?”

“Because I know you hate changing and trying something new is not your thing.”

“Well, note that I do and it is, okay?”

The waiter approached and served them a cup of coffee and a glass of apricot juice. He smiled politely and told them to enjoy the drinks. She grabbed a glass of apricot juice and took a big sip, almost half of the glass. He sat still silently but you could tell he was so pissed right now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Stopped working on her laptop and took another sip of the juice.

“What’s wrong with me? It’s me who should have asked you that question.”

“Why are you so upset with me having a glass of apricot juice? I just don’t get it.”

“You look different… I mean weird; you look one hundred percent weird today.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Are you getting bore of coffee or something?”

“Of course not, the only thing that bore me right now is your ridiculous overreaction to me having apricot juice.”

“There you go. You’re getting tired of me.”

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“You never slouch in a chair nor look this uncomfortable when you’re with me. More importantly, you never like apricot juice ever!”

“I told you I wanted to try something new. And I’m slouching because my back hurts from doing yoga. Most importantly, I couldn’t be more comfortable!”

“You’ve always loved coffee. You said it kept you lively and energetic. Is this coffee already cold? Is it not hot enough?”

“Yes, that coffee of yours is probably cold and bitter.”

“Oh, I can see the point.” Laid his back violently on backrest and sighed long and loud. “If you want to break up with me, you can just say it right to my face. You don’t have to imply me by acting weird like suddenly wanting to try something new. Who is that apricot-juice idiot anyway, huh?”

“Look. Listen to me. Listen carefully.” Reached her hand out and held his firmly. “There is no apricot-juice idiot and definitely no breakup, all right? Cut it out and drink your coffee before it’s getting colder.”

“Don’t you hate changing?”

“Yes, I do. But, sometimes, at certain points of your life, you come to realise that change can be good too. You know, it’s like an epiphany. You’ve kept making everything remain the same as it supposed to be, I mean, that stuffs you imagine in your mind. You’ve been upset with even teeny-tiny changes and that kind of habit just driving you nuts. Like, you know, your reaction towards my apricot-juice thing.”

“Yeah, it’s totally freaking me out.”

“Right? Here we have an apricot-juice weirdo and a cold-coffee freak. Perfect combination, isn’t it?”

He drank his left-cold coffee and leaned forwards whispering into her ears gently. “Let’s get home and I’ll make you a cup of super hot coffee that makes your heart beat fervidly.”

She laughed and said “I don’t think it’s a good idea. My back hurts.”

“Coffee can cure that too. Don’t you know?”