'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute'
He unfolded a paper and started reading,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
(Note: it's written by Shakespeare)
He bowed after completing, giving me a chance to notice what he is wearing.
'Is that your mother's coat?'
'A gentleman never kiss and tell, though I appreciate your interest in my attire. It speaks of your wifely qualities', he said haughtily.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a Long breath I said, 'First, you are a kid, KID, not a gentleman. Second, stop with wifely qualities,
