𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

5

{Tiara}

I wave bye to James and Liv who are standing on the porch watching to make sure I get to my car safety just like always.

I unlock my car and get in, my heart still beating unusually fast.

It's been doing that ever since the park.

Should I really call Quincy?

Yes.

I think that yet I can't help but cringe away at just the thought.

He's a boy.
Excuse me, a man.

It's not that I never had a boyfriend before. It's just been so freaking long since I've been in the game.

I don't know. School got in the way, business school became my whole life.

I'm so proud of myself that I graduated last spring.

I'm still pondering over whether I should call Quincy or not even when I'm opening the door to my apartment.

It's still as plain and empty as ever.

I really need to unpack.

I rub my arm anxiously, my eyes trained on his little note.

Î wîsh Î could see what color your eyes are. Î know that they are beautîful.

PS. Îf you don't call me, Î'll sick Puck on you.

Damnit, he's good.

I find it weird, the way he dots his I's.

Every little mark sits perfectly atop the line.
I keep on looking.

I drop my bag clumsily on the isle countertop on my way to my room.

I had enough common sense to at least get my bed set up the other day, it's been really tiring to laying on the couch.

"I'll do it after my bath."
I try to convince myself.

Almost 2 hours later, I say the same thing.

"I'll do it after dinner."

It isn't until I'm getting into bed that I finally take out my phone.

Even still, I sit there and just stare at it for a good 10 minutes.

I need self courage.

Should I really do this?

I mean, it's just talking. I had no problem talking to him at the park.

He's actually really nice. I couldn't help but be sad that we had to go.

I take a deep breath, dread filling my system anyway.

Come on, T. You can do this.

My hands are shaking as I dial the number.

It rings for a good 30 seconds before someone answers.

"Hello?"

My throat gets caught in my throat.

A woman.

Maybe it's his girlfriend.

I suddenly feel really stupid.

He's pretty handsome. Of course he has a girlfriend.

"Yes, um. Is Quincy around?"
I ask awkwardly, my shoulders slouching.

There's no point of me even trying.

"Vargas? Oh yeah, hold on a minute."

I stare off into space, sighing quietly as the other line falls silent.