"I should probably be going. Thank you for dinner."
"Thank you for making our first evening in the neighborhood comfortable. You're welcome here any time."
"Thank you."
"I'll walk him out."
• • •
"Do you have any more soft drinks that you feel obligated to spill on me?"
"Hey, that was an accident."
"According to your dad, you have a lot of those."
"Yeah, well, it is what it is."
"..."
"..."
"This is a really dangerous thing to ask you, but I'm going to ask anyway and risk my life on this. Alright?"
"What?"
"Can I have your number?"
"Oh my god, you're kidding."
"Wish I was, but no."
"Do you happen to have a reason of some kind about why you want my number if I'm such a liability?"
"I could give you six or seven off the top of my head but the first one would have to be the way your eyes light up when you smile."
"..."
"Hope that didn't sound weird. You have beautiful eyes."
"Um, no, not weird. I just wasn't expecting it."
"Why not?"
"I don't really like my eyes."
"..."
"They're average and brown and ugh."
"I don't really understand."
"Ugh."
"..."
"..."
"So can I have your number, or not?"
"Maybe--if you ask nicely."
"Please?"
"..."
"Please, January?"
"Alright, Landon, you can have my phone number."
~ ~ ~
These two are just really cute, okay? XD I'm excited for the future chapters.
Question: Would you rather have a bucket of spiders crawl on you for twenty seconds and never feel anything crawling on you again, or always feel like there is something crawling on you and be unable to know if you're imagining it or not?
(I'm pretty sure I'd prefer the first, honestly.)
~anne
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