He finished shoving his books into his backpack, put on his windbreaker, then stood up. He looked at me, bright blue eyes probing mine from his 6'2" height. I put my books in my bag carefully, and met his eyes for what seemed an eternity. He looked as though he was about to say something, to the point of taking a deep breath, then changing his mind and letting it out slowly. He hesitated again, and I jumped in.
"Well, I hope you have a good weekend!"
He leaned toward me a trifle expectantly, wearing his trademark huge smile. "What?"
"Have a good weekend?"
His face changed a little, his big smile dimmed; "Yeah, you too...umm...see you next week." He turned and walked out of the room. Why did I just do that? Why did I cut him off like that? We always talk after class, finally going separate ways in the hallway, hands outstretched in a low wave, heads turned back, smiling, and wishing each other a great weekend.
After I slung my bag over my shoulders, I kicked myself all the way out the door and to my dorm.
It's the headcold.
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2 comments:
Oh Nika..I would do the same thing..it's awful. Why is it so difficult to look at someone that you find attractive and you know has a bit of an interest and ask them if they would want to go out for coffee? It is though..he sounds yummy though;)
lol! I guess it's the bane of female existence. Arrrr. Enough of that! We will prevail!
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