We are in a small café. It is nice inside, the smell of coffee beans and bread hitting my nose. There are not a lot of people in the café. We order wraps and tea at the front conter and Phil leads me to the back of the café to a little table. There is soft Indie music playing from hidden speakers and tall oak bookshelves line most of the walls. The books on the shelves all look old and crumbling and I fear if anyone touches them they'll disintegrate.
Our food arrives quickly and I think to make a comment about how fast they are here, but by the time I work up the courage to say anything, it's too late and irrelevant so I take a small bite of my ham wrap.
"I love weekends. Do you?" Phil asks. He sounds like a year one teacher and I almost cringe.
"I guess. I believe in day equality though. #alldaysmatter." I joke dryly.
Phil laughs and I feel accomplished. Like I had just been awarded a report card with all A's or a medal.
"You look like the guy who does." He takes a slurp of tea.
"Guy? Did you just assume my gender?! Okay I'll stop, calm down." I don't find myself all that funny. His voice in my head tells me I'm not funny and I stop making jokes.
Phil is laughing very hard and I'm afraid he'll choke.
"I like you."
"Okay."
"The correct response was 'I like you too' but 'okay' works I guess."
"Okay."
