Shy Smiles

Chapter Three- Head in the clouds (Part Two)

"You, Mr Westly owe me a coffee" I spoke in a hushed tone, I did not need to speak any louder as he was right there. With that he stepped back and turned to grab his laptop, which has a few papers tucked inside. He then did something I was not expecting; he grabbed hold of my hand and headed towards the door. What was he doing? What if someone saw us? People would be asking questions? As we left the safety of the classroom I felt myself hold my breath and grip his hand tighter. He felt this and turned to me giving me a reassuring smile, where were we going?

Continuing our walk to wherever we were heading, I could not shake the feeling that this was going to end badly but Victor did not seem to care. He was proud to have my hand in his. But he was still a lecturer...

"Relax will you, we're just going to get coffee Ophelia" Victor joked with me, this was something new for me. I wasn't used to this, but I kind of like it.

"What can I get you?" The kind lady at the coffee counter asked, she seemed to notice our entwined hands and smiled, a smile that seemed sincere and hopeful, even though she had never met either of us before.

"Can we get two hazelnut lattes please? This one here has got me hooked." Victor said nodding towards me, to which I responded with a small smile. The lady just smiled and placed the money Victor had handed her into the till and turned to make the coffee of dreams. The smell was delightful but the guy holding my hand was just amazing and I almost forgot where we were. We were still in the university, where people knew me and people certainly knew Victor. It was that moment when I let go of his hand, picked up my coffee and stood a little further away from him, feeling slightly overwhelmed

He looked at me with concern and I just frowned, he motioned for me to follow him, which I cautiously did. Coffees in hand, we headed to his car, assuming so we could talk. This seemed to be a long walk, but we finally arrived at his car. He closed the door, turned on the heater and threw his bag into the bac.

"Ophelia I know this is a little bit much, what we just did but I can't help it. You're...you're special" Was I hearing this, were those words leaving those lips? Yes! I looked up at him and looked down removing my gaze from his, could I do this? We were going to move this friendship, that we had just created to a whole new thing.