“Happy valentine’s Day.” I heard you say.
My heart was thumping.
I looked up only to find myself frowning.
You weren’t actually saying it to me, you were rather reading the banner on the wall. I was disappointed for a moment but when you turned to me and nodded a “Happy Valentine’s Day,” I felt my cheeks burn.
My lips were trembling.
You were smiling like a gorgeous man would. Oh right, you were a gorgeous man and it only made me weaker.
“Happy Valentine’s day, too.” I replied, almost inaudibly.
I have never talked to anyone in this café before, except of course for Micky, and it made me nervous.
You made me nervous.
I saw my fingers trembling badly on the table so I quickly hid them under it. You really had this effect on me. Eyes gaping, cheeks burning, lips and fingers trembling, heart thumping, knees and legs sleeping—my body was reacting violently. I might have fallen crazily ill.
All because of you.
I shall see a doctor after this—or a psychiatrist. I was a little relieved when you brought out your notebook and pencil, and started doing your thing. Enough with the small talk, it was driving me insane.
Watching you furtively was one thing, actually engaging in conversations with you, was another.
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The Fifth Date
RomanceHer Solitude. His Company. Her Silence. His Words. Her Americano. His Caramel Macchiato. Their Date. Their Fifth Date. -TheGreatDutchess #goodluckgeorgia
