Every time he passes by me I feel as if everything in my body changes. As if I get sick momentarily... A quick soap should help me self Dx (Diagnosis). Time to start a SOAP note (Information that is given by the patient to rule out what can be wron...
Once we were done walking around the park, we decided to go to Tony's Pizza for lunch. Since we wanted to hangout a little bit longer before we had to go home. He recommended this restaurant saying that they make the best pizza in Connecticut. Which I think I have to put to the test, because to me nothing beats Beverly's Pizza.
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(This is an actual restaurant in Willimantic,CT. If you're ever in CT, you have to try it. It's the best and if I had to choose one last meal to eat before I die. I would ask for their banging pizza.)
We went inside and ordered a large bacon cheese pizza with some sprite. We sat in front of each other and the atmosphere between us was a bit awkward. Not because of anything he did... It was mostly because of me. I was so embarrassed about what happened at the park. I can't stop thinking about it for some reason, no matter how much I try to let the embarrassment fade away.
-Flashback to the park-
Should I ask him who he likes?
No, Are you crazy? He will know you read his journal...
Should I ask him about characteristics he may like in a girl? You know so I can pinpoint who he likes , then help him?
What if he thinks I'm weird for asking him?
What if he thinks tha-
"Maryssa, Are you alright? You look so deep in thought while we are walking. Do you wanna take a break?" Namjoon interrupting my thoughts.
Stopping in my steps I look at my feet and internally fight myself. Asking him isn't a bad thing right? Like what can happen? There's no bad possible outcome.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Of course" he chuckles while stopping in his tracks, so he could meet me. Whom was a few steps behind. Once he came to my spot, we both continued to walk in the same pace.
"Mhmm this question may be too personal, but what do you like in a girl? Like your ideal type?"
Once I said that he put his hands together and nervously played with his fingers. Seeming as if he was thinking of a way to describe his "ideal type".
"My ideal type would be someone who is honest, understanding, affectionate, kind, outgoing, smart, loyal, and lastly someone who stands out before a crowd. You know" he paused ".. Someone like you, I think someone like you would be my ideal type."
In response to that my legs buckled and I immediately hit the ground. My butt and the floor became one. I sat there confused as to why my legs reacted that way. My mind was also fogged once he said "Someone like you".. So the intelligent goddess is someone like me?..
