Coffee Date

She’d go on and on about Mac being her favourite colour, she’d describe it as a blend of gold and ash grey or how black fit perfectly on orange and vice versa like it belonged, like it was meant to be…..”You see theoretically, you might think they conflict but practically, it’s perfect…..I’d listen to that guy on endless days into nights, I can’t actually point out what was so captivating about him but I sure did like him….I’m afraid I’ve got a thing for dead artists coz Juice is a whole other world… probably coz they left when we still needed them….they abandoned us…We never saw them morph into your average mediocre artist… they left at the opportune moment when we felt…somebody finna understands….but plz don’t overthink it else I might end up in an asylum It’s just a mere opinion ….” she sipped her fanta coz apparently coffee tastes like bad whiskey the kind that thinks it’s classy and elegant but deep down it’s just miserable…I might not agree with most of her opinions, especially the bit on coffee I mean, shit tastes like blended charcoal not any kind of whiskey even the bad ones…but glad we’re on the same page, it’s shit…Might give this love thing a chance.