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“How dare you say that?” I mumbled through a mouthful of food, playfully pointing my chopsticks at him. “The Notebook is hands down the best romance movie ever!”
“I disagree.”
I threw my hands up in the air, feigning indignation. “Why?”
How could anyone on earth say that The Notebook is not a beautiful love story?
Seriously, don’t we all secretly wish to find our soulmates, the ones who would go to the ends of the earth for us and with whom we can build a life together?
The Notebook perfectly captures that dreamy, heartwarming feeling of true love.
It’s like a warm hug for your lonely soul.
You watch it and you can’t help but get caught up in the romance, feeling all those mushy feelings deep down, wishing to meet the love of your life.
“Because it’s so cliché,” he shrugged. “And if a man ever throws himself at you while you’re on a Ferris wheel, guilt-tripping you into going on a date with him or else he’ll kill himself, I hope you’ll be sane enough to refuse.”
I chuckled. “Touché.”
As I took another bite of sushi, I mulled over his perspective.
I had to admit, there was a nugget of truth in what he said about romantic movies being predictable and over-the-top.
But for me, The Notebook was a guilty pleasure—a movie that allowed me to escape into a world of swoon-worthy romance, even if it was a bit unrealistic.
I leaned back in my chair and grabbed a piece of ginger to cleanse my palate. “You’re just an anti-romantic, aren’t you?”
“Guilty as charged,” he shrugged.
I took another sushi roll and relished the flavors, my taste buds dancing with delight at the fresh fish and perfectly seasoned rice.
Looking around, I admired the restaurant’s attention to detail. It felt like stepping into a cozy corner of Japan with soft lighting from traditional lanterns casting a warm glow and elegant Japanese artwork on the walls.
The wooden furnishings added to the charm, with low seating options like tatami mats and low tables that made the dining experience relaxed and immersive.
The gentle melodies of traditional Japanese music filled the air, creating a perfect backdrop for our regular meet-ups every two weeks.
Even though we came here to catch up, I knew deep down it was his way of keeping tabs on me.
Alexsei has become more than just a friend to me.
He helped me move from San Francisco once I passed my final exams and got my degree in Greek Mythology.
Life among the wealthy can be surreal – he even offered me his apartment to settle down in, just as Volk had promised.
I winced as Volk’s name crossed my mind, the sting of memories still fresh.
Despite my best efforts to erase him from my thoughts, he seemed to linger in the corners of my mind, refusing to be forgotten.
It’s been three months since I moved to New York City, and it’s been exactly what I needed to start anew.
Each day, I find myself falling more in love with the vibrant spirit of the city that never sleeps.
I landed an amazing job as a museum curator at Lazio Exhibits Inc., the biggest exhibition company in New York City, owned by Angelo Lazio, who happens to be a friend of Alexsei.
When Angelo mentioned he needed someone with expertise in ancient Greek artifacts and mythology, Alexsei recommended me, and here I was.
I absolutely adore this job. It’s incredibly fulfilling to manage and preserve collections, curate exhibits, and educate others about ancient Greek culture.
