Unless I’d pissed her off the week prior or during some random meeting, she always reserved that smile for me. Pushing her glasses up on her nose in that cute way she does, I drop my books down and decided that I was done fucking around. Last week watching that movie with her did something to me. I liked being still with her. I liked that we didn’t fight but I didn’t like that she expected me to crush her every time I showed up.That wasn’t me. I didn’t want to be that guy anymore. Holding her was the most calm I’ve felt since I was a kid. My head was always racing, my hands always moving and then when I was near her, pure calm. When I kissed her forehead her eyes closed which meant she liked it, she liked me. That’s how I knew this would work.“Got plans tonight?” I ask casually.“Uh,” she hedges and I can’t blame her. I’ve asked her this before and rode her about said plans. Then found her and ruined those plans. “Yes actually, I’m going cosmic bowling on a blind date, of all things.”“Blind as in…”“I have no idea who he is other than he’ll be wearing a t-shirt that says ‘welcome to the dork side, we have pi’.”“You’re serious,”
