He never really understood why people like to have interviews in cafes, why not at home, in a warm and cosy atmosphere? Not that he could complain.. he was the one who asked for it to be here.

Well, if it had been at their home, that guy would've instantly guessed his plan. That’s why he didn’t like dentists, barbers and .. bartenders. Too many damn questions, and that damn smile, like they will understand your troubles no mater how terrible they are. Makes you want to complain about your life and spill the all your worries to them.

Gale had asked her for an interview for a story he was writing (that's the official story anyway, it is actually a present for the couples weeding. Not that she needed to know). Now he was sitting here, preparing for the lengthy conversation. The bride tends to talk a lot when she's telling a story  or in general anything that included her husband... (Geez, why did she have to pick that annoying, albeit very fascinating, trait of her husband. Making every story long and exciting.)  

**

He had met the pair while walking in the park one day. Following a pre-determined route toward his favourite spot in a secluded part of the park, he had found to his immense surprise, that the spot was taken. Okay, now lets just explain the situation.  

Yes, it is (by his personal conclusion) the best spot in the park: a small tree with a trash-stick-stone-turd-human free area with lush grass around it. Warmed by the early morning sun, partially in the shadow/sun in the afternoon, giving you the choice depending on your mood and clothes. And the best part, probably also the reason for its clean appearance, is the location: hidden in the corner of a colossal forest, also known as The Nation Park. Shortest distance in bird view from entrance to the spot being a kilometre, allowing the area to stay unknown to the general population (at least before this moment).

His mood had gone to the rock bottom, not because he disliked people that much, but his day had already led to heavy stress. And now, the much needed solitude with his drawing equipment, was also taken away from him. Which leads to the facial expression known as a frown which can be caused by a few other just as displeasing situations: confusing a lemon with an orange (yes, and so what?! Alcohol and absence of other gastronomic products in the technological wonder, called a refrigerator, can lead to such confusion.) or being in the presence of a representative of the female gender, which is influenced by the disease known as hypocrisy (WHY, just why, do they have to exist!? The unstoppable force full of the same substance as an outhouse). The later being clearly the worst of the two, which placed this situation somewhere in-between the two (so I am currently between the female and the fruit? Fascinating).

It actually wasn't that surprising they knew about the spot, as he later found out, the guy was the one who had planted the tree and cleaned the place.  

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Noticing a figure walking towards his table, Gale stood up to give her a hug.

Dressed in a simple white shirt with a black necklace made of some sort of black metal, followed by a skirt, obviously in black, as to match her favorite necklace (seriously, I haven't seen her without it since he gave it to her, does she ever take it off?).

"Hello there Gale, it's good to see you" She said sitting down in a sofa, giving him a mischievous smile from across the table. "When are you going to let me meet your wife?"

"When you introduce her to me." He said with a wry smile, making her smile widen. "Do you want to order something?"

"Hmm, I think I'll take a tea." Gale noticed the glint in her eyes, never a good sign. "And some deserts since you're paying *groan* yes, yes, you think you can invite a girl to a café, and then expect her to pay?"

Giving up the thought of resistance, surrendered in front of this devil of a woman. Being a former collar worker, she always had a way with words, which he found out already three minutes after their meeting. The memory made him smile once again. "It's good to see you Angelica."  

A few minutes they sat in silence, enjoying a friendly atmosphere and drinking tea. Angelica was the first one to break the silence. "So what did you want to know Gale?" A smile ever-present on her face.  

"Tell me, how did you fall in love with him?" The question made her narrow her eyes and look somewhere far away, probably back to that fateful day. Her smile widen a bit making Gale take a sharp breath, she truly had a smile, as he loved to say;

'As beautiful as the dawn of winter, as gentle as the winds of spring'.

".. How I fell in love with him you ask.. Hehe, it all started with a simple questions when I was at my lowest. You see, I had some serious problems with sleep, so I often went to bars to get a drink. Not the pub ones mind you, the high end bars, where a bartender really knows what to do, when you ask him for a drink to fit your mood. The him of that day captured me, it was .. cant say it was his visage, or the overall looks. It was more.. The way he looked at me you know? Not me as in, my body, but .. as a, .. being? I don’t really know how to explain, but he had this super excited face, almost child like excitement." She turned to him, her face spoke volumes of the happy memories in her thoughts. "And then you know what he asked me?"  

"What?.."

"He asked,  

Do you like bedtime stories?"