Lily straightened in her seat at the booth, cupping her hands around her hot chocolate. "So, tell me about yourself, Jason. Tell me everything."

I leaned back. "Well, uh. I'm remarkably good looking."

She rolled her eyes. "Boring," she booed. "Next."

I laughed, bringing my hot chocolate to my lips and blowing it. "I'm sixteen," I shrugged, unsure what she wanted to know. "I drive my own car. My favorite food is-"

"No!" she squealed, laughing out. "Tell me about your future. What do you want to do? What are your ambitions?"

"I want to be a boxer," I nodded. "Boxing is the only thing I'm really interested in. I train down town and I hope to be a professional one day."

"That's it?" she stared hard, her eyes glistened with disappointment. "What about a family? Places you want to see? Things you want to do?"

"Like what?" 

"Like. . . whale spotting. Or stalking cats. Or. . ." her lips curled wide. "Meeting the Queen."

"I think the Queen has better things to do. You know, in her own country."

She leaned back, her mouth twitched. "Right, never thought about that."

"What about you? What does Lily's future contain?"

"Spontaneous irrelevance," she said with a shrug. She definitely liked shrugging. "My dream is to be a dancer. Has been since I was a child and my mother made me go to dance classes. I hated it at first, actually. I used to scream the house down when she said it was Tuesday again. I suppose the more you do something, the more you fall in love with it," she stared into the air, shrugging cutely to herself. "I'd love to dance on top of a mountain, or at the edge of a bridge. . . is that weird?"

Did she actually want me to answer that? She waited for one, and her pause implied that I had to give it soon. But, I just found myself biting my lip, coming up empty.

"I have ten life goals that I want to achieve before I'm thirty," she said, moving on from the awkward question pause. She counted them on her fingers as she listed them. "Become a professional dancer. Whale spot. Stalk a cat. Dance at the top of a mountain. Meet the Queen. Learn Hebrew. Convince people to hate Summer. Travel to Egypt by canoe. Dance at the top of a pyramid. And drink coffee."

Once she was done listing, and counting, she looked up at me and I swallowed. "Oh and have sex in a cave."

I coughed out, widening my eyes at the window. 

"That's eleven," she mumbled. "Damn. Well, give or take ten. I'm still debating about the whole learning Hebrew thing."

"Really?" I said. "That's what you're debating about?"

"Mhm. People say it's a forgotten language, but I don't think any language should be truly forgotten. However, it will be completely useless to learn it. So, I'm not really sure."

"That's not what I meant." I laughed, rubbing my head. 

"I know what you meant," she said. "You're politely calling me crazy, and that's okay. I am crazy. Let's say it how it is. I talk too fast, maybe, sometimes I try and talk slower but I become tongue-tied and I get confused by it," she glanced away, looking across the cafe. "Oh look, there's a fancy dress event at City Hall next week."

"Lily."

"Hmm?"

"I know it's only our first date, but when can I see you again?"

She looked back and her bright, blue eyes shone like drops of the sky. "All in good time, Jason."