Radiant Warmth

"It's kind of stupid but I write..stories I guess." I perk.
"Really? That's cool. Can I hear one?" He cringes, shaking his head.
"No. Not one of them is good enough for your pretty ears." I smirk as I look down.
"Then.. can you write one for me?" I look up at him and I see his eyes brighten. He scratches the back of his head.
"Maybe." I smile as I nod, he smiles back at me. Cheeks pink as his fingers flip through the pages of the raggedy journal anxiously. I look at my watch and widen my eyes seeing that school is almost over.
"You gotta go before class ends, don't want to get caught talkin' to me." He gulps.
"Please don't take it that way, Delilah." I shrug at him.
"None taken, it's not my first time being a negro." He purses his lips. I wave him off, handing him his notes. "Thank you for the notes cole."
"Anytime Delilah." He smiles softly as he goes back towards the door. Leaving me to stare at his back, dumbfounded.