Sole Mio
Atlanta, GA
United States of America
February 2016
“I can’t believe the waitress thought we
were on a date.”
“Given today’s date, I can’t blame her.”
Peters replied. This made Aether glance at the others eating around them;
surrounding the two were mostly couples laughing quietly and eating to
themselves. “We might have picked the wrong date to go out.”
“Just to be clear, though, this isn’t a
date.”
“Definitely not.” His blue eyes met her
green ones, “That would be really fucking weird, A. The world would crumble to
pieces before we could end up seriously dating each other.” She went back to
looking at the other people around them; while she did, the waitress who had
tended to them earlier came with their food. “You alright?”
“How can you not be bitter about today,
Pete?” Aether gave her pasta a little stab, making him jump in his seat. “I
mean…it’s Valentine’s.”
He took the time to fork a piece of beef
into his mouth before responding, “I don’t focus on the fact that I have no
Valentine. I don’t know, A. Maybe I like the fact that it’s a weekend and that
I can actually rest.” He eyed her as he ate and noticed how she looked a little
more downcast than usual. Peters continued on, “Valentine’s is just a
commercialized and maybe capitalist holiday.” She gave a small snort, “Don’t
beat yourself up over it. I bet you,” he dropped his voice, “Half of these
couples won’t make it until May.”
That earned a mildly horrified look from
her. “You’re horrible.”
