Tangerine
I love smell of fresh fruit, especially tangerine. It's one of my favorite fruit I'd reach for.
"We are at the coffee shop, but you never order a cup of coffee." I speak to her.
Light - brown eye look at me for a second then turn back to a book which she just bought at the corner.
"Because I can take a zip from yours. That's why." She yawn.
"Close your mouth already. It look like a black hole."
"Seriously. Ah my lip..."
"Um? What's wrong?"
"It's dry again."
She take off her eyes from that book. Little hand is in her lilac hand bag. Try to find something.
Chapstick. A tangerine chapstick.
"Still keep it?"
"Yeah why?" She twist up cap and put it on.
"Nothing. A bit surpise actually."
"It's a present from you. How can I throw it away?" She shrugged.
"Wow, fifty cents has save someone from dry lip."
"Stop it."
Both of us laugh a little.
"Do you know why I give that chapstick to you?"
"Because you buy one and it plus one for free."
"Nice guess."
Yes. That tangerine. Tangerine which I do not have a chance to taste it.
Thank you :)