It was a late afternoon in Tbilisi and the hills were bathed in a golden light. She was leaned against the railing of the bridge which was above the river Mtkvari as she waited for Arman to show up but it looked like he was late, like always

As the brunette turned, she saw Arman walking up to her

“You’re late, again. Were you lost yet again?

Arman answered

“You Georgians really love to exaggerate don’t you?”

“Armenia is just over the border, we share the same mountains”

Arman scoffed at her comment

“But our mountains are sharper, like me”