Bernard and I had ended up by the waterfront after a day of sight-seeing in San Myshuno; and saying it was cold was an understatement.
“Where is this taxi? I can feel the blood in my veins turning to ice,” I snapped, jogging in place.
“It really isn’t that cold,” Bernard mumbled slyly; slightly shrugging as he did.
“I’m sorry I feel the cold more,” I spat, rolling my eyes as he chuckled.
“Hi I’m Scarlet O’Connor and I can’t handle 15 degrees celsius,” He mocked my high-pitched voice, dancing around me.
“Very funny, Bianco,” I crossed my arms, eyeing him angrily.
“Hi I’m Scarlet O’Connor and I call people by their last names when I’m angry,” He laughed mid-sentence; almost bowling himself over onto the footpath.
“You are the worst Bernard,” I sighed as I helped him stand up properly.
“The best of the worst,” He grinned, winking as cheekily as he possibly could.
“And I wouldn’t want anything more,” He was my idea of perfection. He was so beautifully flawed and somehow I fell in love with each of his flaws; his stubbornness, his occasional anger issues, his self-doubt, his past addictions. Everything, I fell in love with it all. I’m in love with him.
“Taxi’s here,” He chirped, gesturing to the obnoxiously bright yellow car parked behind him. If I wasn’t freezing my limbs off, I would have happily stayed out in the quiet night with him; mumbling soft words to one another as the city continued its routine around us. With him, everything felt like a fairy tale.
“You got the address to the hotel?” I inquired as he opened the car door for me.
“Of course I do, let’s go.” He climbed into the backseat beside me; his height making him sit as if he were a grasshopper in the small car. I never wanted to leave San Myshuno; I wanted moments like these forever.