Noelle
I pull the shoes I got this morning out of my backpack.
"I'm sorry." I blush as I inch the box closer to Ronnie.
"You bought these?" He asked, "For me?" He sounded utterly suprised.
"Don't be so shocked. I ruined your other ones last night."
"But the kiss made up for it...How did you manage to get the exact same pair? Down to the shoe size..." He examines the box carefully. He even shakes it, like an anxious child trying to guess a present.
"Well, it was a pretty traumatic experience. So embarrassing it went right into my long term memory. And, um, you also muttered the brand name and shoe size. Repeatedly. Angrily. As you attempted to wipe my puke off of them...Again, did I mention how sorry I am?"
"No. I mean, yes. I-" He sighs, "You shouldn't be sorry. You were drunk. I was immature and childish. We kissed. You threw up. I was a total douche bag about it. Shit happens." With hesitation he adds, "Thank you for the shoes, but I can't accept them. Because then I'd be a dickhead when I ask for something more."
"What do you want?" I feel a tingly hopeful feeling.
"Coffee." He blurts.
"Okay?"
"As in on a date. A coffee date. With you."
"Oh my god, you are a douche bag. Such a womanizer with those smooth pick up lines of yours."
"Oh, shut up." His face is practically fushia and I can't help, but laugh a little.
"Fine, I want a coffee date, too. With you, too," I tease him, "God, we are so weird."
"Together. We're weird together."
"Forever."
"And ever." He leans in and when our noses are touching, pulls back and gives me a hug.
"You know there is no way in hell I'm letting you return those shoes." I mumble into the crook of his neck.
"I know."
