The snowstorm that hit the Midwest last week only postponed the inevitable. I recently started going to a bible study that my dad used to go to, my cousins go to, and, as I learned the first night I was there, he goes to as well. He wasn't there that week due to visiting his grandparents, which is why I haven't written before. Anyways, the inevitable happened, we were both at the Bible study this week.
There were stares. From him. From his sister. I just tried to keep my head down. And I did for most of the studying and discussing portion. But whenever he spoke I looked straight up. But I didn't want to stare at him so I would look around him when he was talking instead of at him. But that seemed to be little concern for him and his sister (who stared at me all through dinner). I found him looking at me quite often. Now I'm just babbling so without further ado.
Pessimistically, they were both staring at me because it was the first time they'd seen me there and don't know another way to show it(?). Optimistically, he was staring at me because he likes me, and she knows that I like him (and maybe his side too?) and was trying to size me up or something. Realistically, I have no clue.
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