Hey guys! I am back with a short story on Valentine's Day. This story is dedicated to my girlfriend, who keeps complaining about how I have stopped writing once we have become a couple. But I guess, my purpose is met- I am not a writer- I write to soothe my heart and anxiety. Once she has come in my life, I am already so blessed that I don't feel that I need to write anymore. But, I did not know what should I do which would make her happy. She is one of that kind who is never sold for gifts [sometimes pizza does that though ;)]... so I thought to use the old weapon which made her fall in love with me... I love you, my baby potato!

Here, I am with a short love story… for her, for all of you!

The meet

"Are you okay?" somebody asked Callie. Callie is in fact not in a mood to talk to anybody. She is feeling shitty and she kind of wants to feel shitty for a while. She looked up with a grumpy face and saw a young woman was standing with curious big eyes. then Callie noticed her curly hair. "Are you talking to me?" Callie asked a little annoyed.

"Is there anybody else right now?" The young woman asked instead.

"Why do you ask?" Callie felt more annoyed now.

"I just felt that you needed a friend." The other woman shrugged.

"Wrong. I don't need anyone." Callie was in the snarkiest mood right now.

"I guess, then you need a drink. I always need a drink for everything." Then the woman smiled a little.

"No, I don't drink." Callie tried to sound dignified.

"What? You don't drink and you are sitting in a pub?" Now the woman really felt intrigued.

"I like the fried junks you get here." Callie felt a little embarrassed and more annoyed now. "And please stop bugging me. I don't have time to play with you now. Go…play with your friends." Callie snorted.

"Hey, I am not a school goer. I just look young. I'm an engineer." The woman felt offended. she hated when everybody thought she was a school kid. She hated how young she looked all the time. "And I just wanted to help you- but I guess you don't need that."

"Thanks for understanding." Callie started eating her junks. She really needed to get over the feeling. Through the corner of her eyes, Callie noticed that the woman started walking back. What a relief, she thought. But, before the thought was complete, the woman came back, "I am Arizona! I just wanted to know why you are so sad. Since evening I have been noticing you- what is the pain that you are trying to hide in you?" Now Callie looked up for the first time with full eyes. Before nobody asked her this question with so much of sincerity. But, before she could say anything two girls came and grabbed Arizona, "hey, you are here? We are going back. Rest of the party we will continue in our apartment."

"Give me a minute." Arizona quickly grabbed a tissue paper and wrote a number on it. "This is my number- if you wanna talk, call me." By this time, her two friends had started dragging her to the door. Those two seemed total drunk. Callie hated drunk people, but she had been hiding this feeling carefully. Nobody knew about this. She was a different person in heart, but most of the people did not know that. She started eating back putting the tissue paper in the pocket.