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California. No matter where I am in the world, California will always be home. My car would always drive me back to California, my feet would always walk me back to California, and my mind and soul belonged to California. I've been around the world, but the world can't compare to my state, my town, my street... my life.
California. Just the sound of the word makes me feel better. Just the sight of the sign telling me I was now back home could bring a smile on my lips and an ecstatic feeling in my insides. There are so many memories attached to my past that I wanted to make it my present, and my future. Its not that I was against any sort of changes in my life, but there are some things that don't have to change. There are some things we want to keep forever. After all, there's no reason to change something that is perfect.
I smelled the fresh air of the summer night as a small breeze caressed my cheeks. My hands in my pockets, I walked down the street and smiled at the sight of the Rod's Hickory Pitt, a local dinner where my mother used to work. It was full most of the time, and I'd always sweat inside because of the heat, but it was home. Tonight, they had left the door open and I raised my nose knowing I wouldn't hear the sound of the bell when the wood of the door would hit against it. I walked in and took a seat to the nearest bench, not even opening the menu : I knew it by heart.
"Sorry, It's a busy night."
I looked up to see a cute girl, her long brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was scribbling something on her notepad and biting her bottom lip. I frowned, trying to get a better look when her eyes met mine. And I lost track of time. She was gorgeous, even in a pale blue old-fashioned uniform. The fact that I only considered her 'pretty' only some seconds ago couldn't get in my head, but then I realized. It was her eyes. It was all about her eyes. Not the shape, but the color. A unique shade of green, a color I had never seen before. I was thirty-five. It was ridiculous for me to fall in love with a pair of eyes, no matter how beautiful they were, but I was. I was captivated like I hadn't been in a long time. I felt like I was half my age. I felt like a young teenager letting himself run by hormones who finally discovered the true meaning of love, but didn't know yet. I was like a 15 years old who sure was going to screw up his very first attempt at flirting with a girl he really liked. I was back into this naive, stupid kid. And somehow, I liked it.
"What can I get you?"
She raised her eyebrows, the tip of her pencil laying on the pad in her hand, waiting for my order. I was just an other customer for her, and it made my heart twist in my chest. Nothing about me had hit her the way her sight had hit me. Plain and simple, it was a one way attraction, and I was not getting back what I was deeply feeling.
I shook my head subtly and looked away. There was no way I'd be able to talk if I kept on staring at her. Besides, I would just look like a freak.
"Apple Pie." escaped from my lips mechanically.
I knew I sounded retarded and it was surely not helping me get some good points.
"Coffee?" she asked, still scribbling.
She was not looking at me anymore and I started breathing again. I had not even noticed when I had stopped, but I took a big breath, filling my lungs completely.
"Rootbeer." I corrected. "Please."
I saw a small smile crossing her lips as the right corner of her mouth curled.
"Rootbeer and apple pie." she repeated. "The best of both worlds."
My eyes opened in surprise for a second. Was there a girl in the world who wouldn't think this habit from me was weird? That's something I always wondered. And there she was, standing in front of me, commenting on how awesome my choices were. It was stupid. It was simply a little quirk we had in common, but somehow, I saw it as a sign.
"I'm Billie."
She didn't reply but dived her eyes into mine again. The green color around her pupils seemed to shine and I smiled softly. She pointed her tag and I frowned, trying to read.
"Olivia?" I wondered out loud.
"That's what my parents called me." she affirmed. "I'll go get your order."
I watched her half disappearing behind the counter as she started pouring a dark liquid into a large goblet. What was the chance that by driving back home, I'd meet someone like her? What was the chance that she was in the town where I've spent all my childhood, instead of in an other country, one that I've traveled in the past years? Fate was playing a trick on me, and all I could think about was go home to write a song about her.
A song for her.
