Work is so much nicer than it was. Two weeks later, it's the day my flight takes off.
I've spoken to Zoe and we're on good terms.
I'm completely packed and I'm ready to go. I'm grabbing last minute things.
My front door opens.
Brody comes strolling into my living room. We're really good friends now.
"Guess who has the same flight as you?"
"No." I say. "You don't!"
"I do!" he says, grinning.
"That's amazing!" I laugh. "At least if we crash, you'll be there so we can be cavemen together!"
He laughs.
"Now, I really, really, really want to bring you around my parents." He says.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah. Let's exchange numbers."
"Alright." I take his phone and add myself.
He hands me my phone when I hand him his, and we head to the airport together.
We wait the two hours together, talking. Zoe is going to meet me.
"My friend Keith is meeting me there later." He says.
"So is Zoe. She's bringing her boyfriend."
"Keith is bringing his wife." He says, sighing.
"And I sit here, single." I grumble.
He's giving me a weird look.
The same look he gives me all the time.
My eyes meet his.
"Why do you always look at me like that?" I whisper.
He shrugs.
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The flight was long and I spent the entire time begging him to tell me why he always looks at me like that.
He does it so often now. It's disconcerting.
I look up from my phone and find him looking at me like that, We're landed.
I stand up, rolling my eyes.
"How are you getting home?" he asks when we're off the plane."
"Taxi." I say.
"Me too." He whispers.
He starts looking at me like that.
His eyes twinkle every time he looks at me, and there's this adorable soft smile on his face.
"Brody, why-"
He leans in and kisses me suddenly.
Oh my god, oh my god.
My reflexes start to make me pull back, and just before our lips pull apart, I stop myself. I feel his hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My right hand rests on his right cheek, and my left rests over his heart.
He pulls back after a few seconds.
"I have one more question." He whispers, licking his lips. I just stare into his eyes. They're even prettier up close. "Do you believe in love at first conversation?"
"That depends on the conversation." I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Like a real conversation." He says. "One that results in two beers and talking until midnight."
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Lovebeam
Teen FictionDanielle is the type of Manager you'd be scared at. She's constantly yelling at employee's that upset her. Her job stresses her out, and she can't take it. Well, one day, Brody, one of her workers, gives her a call saying he left his notes. Of cours...
