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“A puzzle?”

“Yes, a really mysterious puzzle, that needs both intelligence and love to solve.” Shelly swallowed, nervously. She cleared her voice and lowered her eyes.

“And now I’m making you nervous to death!” He noticed.

“Oh, no…not all!” She lied. She knew that she wanted to hear these kinds of words only from one person. “So, do you read a lot?”

“Yes, fairly.” He sounded proud. “John Keats is my favorite. And you?”

“Well, I like Shakespeare, because I think that the way he wrote his book is really unique in his own style. And that he is quite romantic and funny somehow.” Shelly felt a real smile this time. “But I do like John Keats as well. He is quite classic too.”

“Which poems do you like?”

“La belle dame sans merci, and the eve of ST.Agnes!” Shelly looked bashful. “I like that concept of these poems! I think they both reflect to my own life somehow.” She was sure about that, because just like the poems, she was also waiting for love.