🌿 it all started on a park bench …
juliana sat on a park bench, as she often did on saturday mornings,
evergreen woods had long been the local haven for flora, fauna,
and every type of modern weekend ritual —
yoga moms trekking through trails, kids squealing,
fathers discussing current affairs over arnold palmers.
the park was as suburban as it gets in the quaint town of decatur.
where did juliana stand among these residential christian families?
this scene only sharpened the outline of the comfort she never quite had.
always on the move — even her mind travelled elsewhere.
maybe she was built for the hustling, grinding east coast tempo of nyc.
anyone here would’ve pegged her for the arrogant type.
her resting-bitch-face concealed her sweetness so well
that the truth rarely surfaced.
if you sat next to her and offered a meaningful exchange,
you’d leave feeling pleasantly satiated.
and that’s exactly what happened today.
she was lost in her reveries again
when a smiling voice beside her asked,
“of course, of course!” she replied briskly.
the unassuming stranger smoothed his suit
and settled onto the bench.
from his saddle bag, he pulled out wuthering heights
and began flipping through the pages.
“good read,” juliana commented.
“why, thank you. one can never go wrong with the classics, eh?”
“indeed. you’re british, i take it?”
“yes. how rude of me not to introduce myself — i’m oliver.”
she shook his hand, amused.
“haha, that’s alright. i’m juliana.”
“it’s a pleasure to meet you, juliana.”
“the pleasure’s all mine. and yeah,” she added lightly,
“might as well stick a bald eagle on my head.”
her banter eased the tension in her shoulders — and his too.
from the corner of her eye, she noticed the stiffness
in his broad frame relax.
she’d be lying if she said he didn’t have the finance-guy aura.
seeing him reading caught her by surprise.
she’d also be lying if she didn’t admit he was attractive.
when he tilted toward her, dimples flashing,
she realized she’d stared long enough to make it awkward.
clearing her throat, she asked,
“so what brings you to the prosperous town of decatur?”
“aha — well, my sister studies here. she’s in k–12.”
“what about you? got any siblings?”
“nah, i’m an only child. my parents work here.”
“must be nice. apart from the loneliness.”
“it does get lonely at times.”
“but,” he added bashfully,
“now you have me to keep you company.”
juliana chuckled at his childlike enthusiasm.
“what’s so funny?” he teased.
“can’t a guy usher a beautiful woman out of boredom
she didn’t ignore the fact he’d called her beautiful,
but knowing this would have to end, she clenched her jaw.
if only it were more than just once in a while,
he turned toward her fully,
concern flickering in his brown eyes.
“doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
… rarely have these chats nowadays, that’s all.”
“that definitely sucks,” he sympathised.
“but trust me — techie bros aren’t exactly profound companions.”
“neither are nosy neighbors.”
and somewhere in the middle of the small talk,
they’d moved closer to one another,
leaning into the quiet comfort of the moment.
as if bracing for something personal,
“i guess we’re both in the same boat
when it comes to not fitting in.”
“did my jarring eyeliner give it away?” juliana smirked.
“no, but that’s definitely part of the charm.”
“plus, my formal wear blends right into the athleisure crowd.”
“but seriously — it’s never shameful to want lasting,
when everything else feels fake.
it’s never too late to reach out
“thank you. i appreciate it.
and the same goes for you —
you don’t have to always fly solo.”
“how did you know?” he asked, feigning mock amazement.
“believe me,” she replied,
as they opened up about their lives —
past struggles, daily joys,
and wounds they thought were long healed.
whenever she stumbled into something sensitive,
oliver placed a gentle hand on her knee,
and she returned the favor without hesitation.
the sun seemed to set quicker than usual.
oliver checked his titan watch and exhaled.
“wow — the hours fly by when you’re around.
“yeah, i should go too,” juliana said.
“but i’d love to see you again,” he said, hopeful.
“shall we meet right here tomorrow?”
“that sounds perfect,” she replied, warm and certainly.