he was in love with this girl.
and he already knew it.
the way she smiled at him, looked at him, spoke with him.
it made him just want to marry her.
but that's too over exaggerated.
he asked her out on another date.
this time they were going to a restaurant.
he didn't say it was a date.
he just said it was a meeting to talk about the fight.
her causal ripped jeans and black shirt looked stunning on her.
he never liked her sexually.
he liked her emotionally.
she was the sweetest person, but fought like a devil.
and that's what he loved about her.
when they arrived he ordered food before, figuring pasta was good while she went to the bathroom.
when she came back, she actually said that pasta was a good choice he made.
and wow, pasta is a great way to start a conversation.
they talked the whole night, spilling secrets and not even talking about the fight.
it was just the two of them.
he drove her home and ended up walking her to her door.
they exchanged goodbyes.
but he made sure to give her one last kiss.
"goodnight." was all he said before leaving here there, smiling.
