In between the lines

Alix didn't bother going out for dinner tonight as she stayed back on her bed, sitting criss-crossed. Her eyes bore into the collage she had prepared, navigating her gaze through the plethora of pictures.

Alix's pictures.

Alix's journey.

Alix's story.

She took her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Alix, what's up?" Shui asked, surprised to see her call at this time.

"Let's meet."

Alix offered a bouquet of fresh flowers to Shui and said, "I love you."

"..."

Shui stared at the bouquet, a huge question mark forming on top of her head.

"Alix, are you drunk? How many glasses you gulped down? Tell me the truth."

"I am sober."

"This is not a sober behavior, not from you."

"You know, I didn't give you enough credit. You…" she pointed at her, "You are the smartest in the group."

"I am sorry?"