"Why do you keep asking me things like that?" Luka glanced at Abby over the rim of the beer he was drinking.
"Because I'm trying to find out more about you, now, answer the question. If you could meet any person in the world, dead or alive, who would you want it to be?" As she finished, Abby picked a peanut out of the bowl on the bar and tossed it at him.
"Hey, don't throw things." Luka lifted a hand, deflecting it before it made contact, but, not before Abby had another at the ready.
"Are you going to answer the question then? I've got a whole bowl, I can do this all night." As if to prove her point, the small brunette cocked her wrist, intending to make good on the threat.
"You're not going to know who it is." As he spoke, Luka kept his hand up, ready to block again if needed.
"You're stalling." She flexed her fingers for the throw, sure he was going to force her to make good on her threat afterall.
"Okay, okay, Tin Ujević. Satisfied." Luka kept his hand up just in case Abby decided to throw the peanut anyway.
"Who?" Unable to register anything but confusion at his answer, Abby automatically released the weapon and let it fall back into the bowl.
"Tin Ujević, he's considered to be one of the greatest Croatian poets of all time, and I told you that you wouldn't know who he was." Luka reached for his beer not that the threat of attack had passed.
"A poet? A poet. Since when have you been into poetry?" Abby swept her hair from her face as she tried to reconcile herself with his answer.
"Since, I don't know, longer than I can remember."
"Do you have any of his poetry?" Abby found her curiosity growing as this new side of Luka was revealed.
"Yeah, I do."
"Will you share it with me?"
"It's not in English."
"That doesn't matter, you can read them to me." Abby laid her hand on his as she made the request.
"I want to hear them the way you do. Luka, I want you to share them with me."
Two poems for you to enjoy...
Zelenu granu by Tin Ujević
And Uhapsen u magli by Tin Ujević