Fifteen Minute Reads Vol. 1

Hypothetical

"Hypothetical question," she started to say, leaning forward ever so slightly. "So there's this girl, and she has a guy friend that she really likes. But he doesn't seem to get the hint. Should she go ahead and tell him, so she'll know if he likes her back or not?"

He averted his gaze to his hands, which he'd wrapped around his cup of coffee on the tabletop. "What kind of hints has she been dropping? Maybe she's not doing a very good job at it."

Her cheeks grew flushed. It was a rather chilly morning, and it wasn't helping. "For starters, she spends her morning breaks with him. That's five times a week. Also, her texts have emojis."

He shifted in his seat, sneaking a shy glance at her before looking away again. "Don't all girls text with emojis?"

"This hypothetical girl doesn't."

"But she has a boyfriend," he said, lifting his head so he could look at her in the eyes. His own glistened with a strange sort of light – was it hope?

"I don't know what you're talking about." She was smiling now. "He must be hypothetical."