I took a leap.
I invited Luca to dinner.
He declined and asked me on a date instead, his dimples showing as he smiled.
My breathing quickened, and I got butterflies in my stomach, and my blush was really embarrassing but he only smiled more.
He made me nervous.
But I said yes.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
