.::Mi piaci sempre di più::.

Mood:

Quixotic
Listening to: Skillet - The Older I Get

Why am I reading sappy (but VERY well-written) romance stories while I have an uber major exam in less than 12 hours?

... God knows.

Excerpt from the story:

"I had a great time tonight. Thank you for humouring me."

Her eyes widen and she raised a hand to her chest, rubbing her Heart through her shirt. This sounds a lot like the end of a date. She is pretty sure what they just did was merely hang out. She's not entirely sure what hanging out entails -- she's almost positive it doesn't normally include such easy banter, especially when said banter is perhaps better described as "flirting"-- but she's pretty sure it's a lot like what they just did. Which was not, in any shape size or form, a date.

He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. "I'll see you on Thursday then. Just so you know, I'm going to wait to ask for your number there, but you can have mine now. In case something comes up between now and then." His right hand slips deftly from his pocket and into hers, depositing a small piece of paper before leaving. "Thanks again," he leans in and brushes his lips across her cheek, "really." Smiling slyly, both hands placed safely back into his own pockets, he turns sharply on his heel and slips back into the taxi.

She watches the cab as it turns the corner, completely overwhelmed. Oh crap, she thinks in a moment of weakness. I am completely screwed.

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Uhm. What does it mean when a guy jokingly tells you you're pretty?
I swear it's that story's fault - similarly to the main character, I read too much into little gestures. I only hope that I would have a happy ending like him as well. <3

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