Drawn Together

by Juliana Smith

He smells of cigar smoke, a denim jacket in the middle of autumn, and a touch of freshly ground coffee beans—or

My typical prep of a bowl of Cap N’ Crunch and reruns of Gilmore Girls in the background will not cut it for this one.

In a tiny denim skirt, white baby tee, and a red leather jacket with matching knee-high boots, she looks like every Pinterest board I have saved for outfit inspiration that I will never actually wear.

Yellow, like my favorite sweater, like the leaves stamped along the sidewalks we take every day. Yellow, like the sun setting just behind the skyline on an early fall evening. Yellow, like the spine of his favorite book.

“I love fall. You can eat and drink apple and pumpkin related foods for three meals a day, and no one questions a thing.”

“Flora, I could spend every hour I have left searching for the right letters to draw together to make up some word for how I feel about you, and I’d still never find it.”