Things we said today (completed)

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    As I went to check out my book, I kept thinking of Paul. He was so... enchanting. Suddenly, when the woman opened up the back page to scan the inside, it hit me. I would never get to speak to him again. I wanted to kick myself for being so rude to him, as I was. It wasn't fair to hate him just because others liked him. I sighed, knowing that the past was in the past, and sulked out of the library.
   As I walked out, I felt the chilly air sting my face and I shivered. I wished now that I had brought a jacket or sweater or something, but all I had was a long sleeved shirt.
     "Can I walk you?" A voice asked from behind me, causing me to jump. I spun around to see Paul leaning against the brick wall just beside the entrance to the museum.
    "Walk me?" I asked hesitantly. I couldn't seem to concentrate on what he was saying, he was so entrancing.
     "To wherever you're going? A lady shouldn't walk alone this time of night," he said as he lit a cigarette.
     "S'a bit cliche, wouldn't you agree? The cute, charming protagonist protects the damsel in distress?" I asked wittily, and he smiled with the cig dangling from his grinning lips, only taking it out of his mouth to speak.
   "I happen to like cliche," he argued, and I tried to fight a smile.
   "Well you're quite lucky, as it happens, I enjoy a good cliche myself," I said, and finally the smile building on my lips appeared.
    He pushed off of the wall of the old building, and walked to my side.
    "Shall we, M'lady?" He asked charmingly, and I smiled while rolling my eyes. He was so charmingly stupid.
    "Sure, M'lord," I said boldly, and he smiled again, releasing smoke into the air. We began to walk, and I noticed he kept looking at me. I kept looking away, and he would smirk.
   "What?" I asked, finally gaining the courage to make eye contact with him, and I pushed my bangs away from my eyes, only to have them fall in my eyes again.
    He suddenly stopped walking, and so did I. He looked at me thoroughly for a moment before moving my bangs behind my ear and leaning in closer to me. We were only a few inches apart, and it made me nervous.
    "I like to look at beautiful things," he said simply, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he pulled away. I looked at him longingly, and he smiled.
   "Why'd you stop?" I asked boldly, and he laughed a little.
   "Too predictable, love," he said simply, and I longed to stay out here with him all night, but I knew that I couldn't.
   "Well this is my flat," I said, and he nodded before leaning back in, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he kissed my cheek instead.
   "Until next time, my love," he said in an undertone, and I wished for him to be closer to me. I wished that I was brace enough to just kiss him, but instead I turned and went inside, contemplating our entire conversation and breaking down the meaning of every thing he'd said to me. I opened the front cover of my book to read a bit, and a piece of paper fell out.
   Seven digits were sloppily written, but it made me smile. I replayed the memory of him handing me the book over and over again in my head. I replayed the way I felt when he almost kissed me, and I could feel the ghost of his lips on my cheek, causing me to blush.
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