I got coffee, mocha in fact.
Here's how it went down:
Me via text message: "So... I have your paper for you :)"
The guy with the shoes: "Perfect. :)"
Me: "I'm in the student center if you want to swing by and get it? Or I can owe you coffee xD"
The guy with the shoes: "Hey, I'm a fan of coffee. haha"
So I walk to creative writing today, coffee in hand, and I find Ashley (she's this really sweet girl from my class) sitting on the floor outside. We chitchat for a while before I hear shoes approaching in the distance. The guy with the shoes turns the corner... (I just realized that I wasn't looking at his shoes today... I don't know what shoes he was wearing!) And Ashley and I are both like, "Hey!"
(Blah blah normal conversation blah blah)
I had set my phone on top of the coffee and (as is my addiction to my cellular device) I went to check the time and was like, "Oh! This is yours." *me, handing him the coffee* (Too lazy to write grammatically today)
He takes it from me with a smile and a "Yes!" of enthusiasm. He moves to lean against the wall across from me as I search in my bag for his comments/paper and hand them to him. His eyebrows raise a little as he eyes the paper-clipped pile. "Thanks," he says, glancing over it. Looking back to me, he adds, "What do the different colors mean?"
I laugh a little, "Nothing. I just like colorful pens." *shrug*
Ashley: "You get a drink? What's up with that?"
I say nothing, only smile.
The guy with the shoes without missing a beat: "We're dating. She brought me coffee." (Personally? I would've went with the I lost a bet cover, but *shrug* what can you do?)
*cue me finding my backpack terribly important all of a sudden*
Ashley: "What? When? Why didn't you guys tell me?"
The guy with the shoes: "We just started, right now, when she handed me this coffee. You're the first person we told."
I laugh at him and smile at Ashley. She's laughing too and says, "Oh, I feel so honored."
The moment breaks. He moves from the wall to stand next to me with his coffee. Our other classmates show up and Dr. P turns up and class continues as per usual, only with me, hiding my blush.
Love ya lots,
Sarah
P.S. He called my writing beautiful again today. He said it read like it was a published book or short story. And that it reminded him of proses poetry. *blush*
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