The Time Weaver

Part 8 - Discussions, But not a DATE!

Later that afternoon, Eric and I found ourselves seated in the library once again, this time focused on our literature assignment. The tension between us from earlier conversations lingered, but there was also a newfound sense of openness, a tentative bridge forming between our past and present.

"So, which novel character do you want to write about?" Eric asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

I glanced at the list of options Mr. Kim had provided. "I was thinking about analyzing Jane Eyre. What about you?"

Eric pondered for a moment. "I was leaning towards Jay Gatsby from The Great Gatsby. Both characters have such complex stories and motivations."

"I agree," I said, feeling a small spark of excitement at the prospect of discussing literature with Eric. Despite everything, our shared love for books was a common ground I hadn't expected.

As we delved into our brainstorming session, Eric's insights impressed me. He had a deep understanding of literary themes and character development, and his enthusiasm was contagious. We bounced ideas off each other, debating interpretations and drawing parallels between different novels.

At one point, Eric leaned closer to point out a passage in Jane Eyre that he found particularly intriguing. His proximity sent a flutter through me, and I caught myself holding my breath as our eyes met. There was a moment of silent connection between us, unspoken words hanging in the air.

"Sorry," Eric murmured, pulling back slightly, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"It's okay," I replied softly, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

Embarrassed but also oddly thrilled by the closeness, I returned my focus to our assignment. We continued discussing our ideas, each conversation flowing more naturally than the last.

As the library began to empty out around us, Eric suddenly chuckled, breaking the serious tone of our discussion. "You know, Hazel, I never thought I'd enjoy working on an assignment this much."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Me neither. It's surprising how well we work together."

Eric nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Maybe we make a good team after all."

I laughed softly. "Maybe."

With our assignment nearly complete, Eric glanced at his watch. "We should probably call it a day. It's getting late."

Reluctantly, I nodded, realizing how quickly time had passed in his company. "Yeah, we've made good progress. Thanks for today, Eric."

He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. "Anytime, Hazel. I'm looking forward to presenting our ideas to Mr. Kim."

As we packed up our books and notebooks, Eric leaned closer again, this time brushing his hand against mine accidentally. I froze, caught off guard by the sudden touch. His touch was gentle, but it sent a thrill through me that I couldn't ignore.

"Sorry," Eric said softly, withdrawing his hand quickly.

"No, it's okay," I replied, my heart racing.

Eric hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to speak. "Hazel, can I ask you something?"

I nodded, curious and a little nervous about what he might say next.

"Would you like to grab coffee with me sometime?" he asked, his voice hopeful yet uncertain.

Surprised by his question, I blinked. Coffee sounded innocent enough, but somehow, it felt like more than just a casual invitation.

"I don't know...but I'd like that," I managed to say, a shy smile tugging at my lips.

Eric's face lit up with genuine happiness. "Great! How about tomorrow afternoon, after classes?"

"Sure, that sounds nice," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension.

As we walked out of the library together, a sense of anticipation filled the air between us. Despite the uncertainties of our past and the complexities of our present, I couldn't deny the growing connection between Eric and me. Perhaps, against all odds, there was a chance for us to rewrite our story, one chapter at a time.