Your POV
"Momma, that's not how you fold clothes." I laughed out.
"Well that's how I do it" she laughed. My mom and I are at the local laundry mat, I felt the doors whoosh open and it was a really cute guy and a woman.
"Mom, how are we gonna figure this out" the boy laughed. I continued folding my clothes.
"Ask for help jonah," I heard his mother say.
"Fine"he groaned. I tried to look away, but before I could.
"Hi Um, Im jonah, i was just wondering if you could help us out, we don't really know how to use these machines,"he asked.
"Im Y/n, sure, momma?" She asked me.
"Go ahead I fold the rest of these" she smiled at me.
So Jonah, his mom, and I went off and I tried my best to explain to Jonah what to do and how to do it but he ended up just washing them with his hands outside. His eyes, his smile, his arms, god his arms. I swear he's perfect.
"You have pretty eyes" he said admiring mine while I admire his.
"You do to" I said coming close to him.
"You do t-" we got cut off by him pressing his lips on mine. He pulled away quickly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't m-" I cut him off doing it again.
"I'll take that as a yes" he said.
"A yes for what?" I laughed.
"A yes for a date?" He chuckled.
"Sure" I giggled
Oh god oh god what's gonna happen when I tell my mom.
