I don't think I have smiled so much in one night ever before. Some of it was because of poison dart frogs, but that's a whole other story for a whole other time. Most of them were before that, however. Between us. Me and him. At times it seemed like he was smiling directly at me as if to share a joke, and other times it seemed as if he wasn't looking at me at all. I don't know how to exactly feel about the night, but in my head, it was amazing.
Pessimistically, he wasn't looking at me or purposely smiling at me at all and perhaps wondering what my problem was when I kept looking at him and smiling, but not continuing eye contact (because I would not survive). Optimistically he might feel like he can come up and talk to me sometime. That I'm not as intimidating as I might seem. Realistically, I have no clue.
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RomanceThis is a series of events in which I tell what I thought and what I thought he thought. This is a really bad explanation, but if you take a look inside, you'll know what I mean.
