Amarie

First... Date?

Amarie sat at her favorite table for two and Devan sat across from her. He went up to order their hot chocolate, and Amarie laughed to herself wondering if he didn't like coffee either. He came back with the drinks and she asked.

"Well, I like a little coffee with my creamer, but otherwise... it's gross."

"Agreed," she smiled.

"So, do you live here?"

"Yeah, I'm going to college at Central right now."

"I'm actually going to Central too, I loved it when I visited the first time."

"That's so awesome," she said.

"Why?"

"I assume that means I'll get to see you pretty often then."

She smiled at him. "Maybe there is such a thing as a nice guy," she thought.

He looked at his phone and smiled a little.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Right, right. So, are you into biking?"

"Yeah, why?" 

"We could do that next time we hang out if you'd like."

"That would be great."

They just chatted the rest of the time, with the exception of a few seconds of a lull at some point. Random trivia about the other person was discovered, like their favorite colors, because of social awkwardness, that's why. Red, Zombie Burger, October 5th. That kind of thing. 

He reached for her hand, which was resting on the table. He smiled and held it gently. She was nervous and ecstatic at the same time, and just felt so safe with him. They sat there like this for a few minutes before Amarie broke the silence.

"So, is this a date?"

"If you want it to be."

"I do."

As roughly two hours came to an end, they parted ways and traded phone numbers. Amarie was walking towards her car and looked back to see Devan running towards her carrying her purse. He slowed down and returned it.

"I had a great time with you. I hope I see you again soon," he said.

After just a seconds hesitation, he pulled her in and hugged her.

"Goodbye Amarie."