The Last String

Chapter11

We quickened our pace as the clouds began to gather up in the sky and droplets of rain grazed by us, with a few falling on our shoulders.

We were walking towards a cosy little restaurant by the sea. Android and I had agreed to go on a date before moving in together (YES, HE ACTUALLY ASKED ME TO MOVE IN! Crazy, I know), and I called dibs for choosing the place to go.

It was a sweet restaurant run by lovable people.

"Nat, meet Andrew." I introduced him to Natalie who runs the counter. I've known her for years, she's nice.

"Hiii!" He waved at her, and she waved back.

She showed us to our table, but not before mentioning how lucky I am to have Andy.

"Urgh," I whined. "Now he won't stop bragging!"

I shot a look of disgust towards him when I saw the sparkle in his eyes... that idiot.

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"Okay..." I started.

It's been 10 minutes and both of us are sitting in silence.

Andrew would awkwardly cough or scratch, and instead of saying something, I'd fidget in my chair.

I'm so nervous I don't know why.

Apparently, it's the first time we spent time together in two weeks or so. He has been busy with work and I didn't really want to be a bother.

But that did not stop me from being insane. It sucks how just a glimpse from Idiot would make me fangirl all day. Or how his voice would make my heart skip a beat. He makes me as happy as ever for no reason! I repeat, no reason.

I cringed at my scarily honest thoughts.

It's just... you know 'the feeling'?

The butterflies that fill and flutter in your stomach? The huge uncomfortable smile you do and can't help to stop? Better yet, to the point where you can't even say a single word because of it? The silly giddiness that takes over? The exciting feeling and the overjoy?

Yeah, THAT feeling.

God, I need help.

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"Hey! I'm not into cheesy romantic comedies." I defended myself.

"Lills, your capacity for watching Nicholas Sparks flicks and etcetera, that you know have little to no cinematic value can only be described as superhuman."

He was right, to be honest.

"I only watched one movie..." I mumbled.

He smirked. "AND it made you cry." Ass.

"It's not-"

"Admit it. The scene at the end of An Officer and A Gentleman made you want to move to Annapolis and stake yourself a good spot outside the Naval Academy to catch yourself a uniform." Ughh that smug look on his face. Only if I can slap it away...

Orrr you can-

Sigh, I have a feeling I'm schizo-effin-phrenic because of my weird inner self! I could sense that she's winking at me which is her but she is me and I am... her? What?

"It's not too bad, though," he caught my attention again.

I tilted my head to the side as if asking why.

He gave me a warm smile then said, "I mean, this kind of stuff makes emulating the way children see the world around them - and how easily they find the joy and beauty in things - is your ultimate goal in life."