My December Darling

by Lauren Asher

I slipped up when I called Catalina by her full name. She probably thought I did it strictly because I like to annoy her, but I just think her name is beautiful. The waitress interrupts the table’s conversation by asking for our orders. Everyone but me, the guy who didn’t look at the menu because he was too focused on the beautiful, irritated brunette sitting across from him, knows what they want to eat, so I pick the first thing I see.

Most people in town call Catalina an ice queen, but everyone has a melting point. I just haven’t found hers yet.

The little she-devil across from me sits back in her seat with a satisfied smirk, and my heart trips at the sight. I’m not sure what kind of hold she has over me, but her presence is screwing with my head.

Tonight, I didn’t only make Catalina Martinez laugh, but smile twice, and I’ll be damned because I’m already looking forward to when I can do it again.

“I never said I was falling in love with anyone.” “That’s what we all say before it happens.”

“Making the most of two weeks with you seems better than spending a lifetime wondering what could’ve been.”

but rather, she is a shy, cautious person who dislikes the unknown.