Page 11 of Love Letters from a Libra
Jules:
Smoke. My aunt taught me how to make peach cobbler from scratch when I was nine. I still make it every year on her birthday. Your turn.
Damn.I blinked. No delay or “who’s this?” Just an immediate, genuine response that made me smile. Ah, and he turned it back on me. Clever.
Me:
I secretly watch horror films, but I tell everyone I hate them because I don’t want to admit that I watch them with my hands over my face.
His response came fast.
Jules:
That explains the nightlight I spotted on your last live.
Me:
Stalker.
Jules:
Observer. Different skill set.
Me:
Semantics and seriously, are you watching my lives all the way through?
Jules:
Yeah, why not?
I rolled my eyes but found myself smiling. I was attracted to his energy.
Me:
Fine. Tell me something else. Something unexpected.
Jules:
I have a sister in college who thinks astrology is capitalist propaganda, but still checks her Co-Sun app every morning.
I laughed out loud at that one.
Me:
Skeptics are the most obsessed. She sounds like a Scorpio.
Jules:
Close. Scorpio rising.
The fact that he knew his sister’s rising sign, the exact time and location the zodiac sign was ascending when she was born, made me pause. Most guys I dated barely knew their sun sign, also known as their zodiac sign, let alone knowing anything about risings.
Me:
We should do coffee again. I want to hear more about your family.
My stomach fluttered as I watched the three dots bounce as he typed.
