Dave looked away and returned his tray to the counter. What was up with him? I excuse myself and head to the washroom. My Criminology class is on the same floor as the cafe and the toilets are around the corner.
Once I walk out of the washroom, Ana is waiting for me by the sinks with a confused yet stern look on her face.
"You know he likes you, right?" She voices.
Some of the other girls glance at us, and I cannot help but feel illuminated. I proceed to wash my hands.
"Are you blowing him off?"
"Not really," I reply, drying my hands-on brown paper. "I prefer people who are more direct."
"So, it's not that you have someone else?" Ana asks, giving me space to dispose of the wet paper.
"Nope."
"Dave thinks otherwise."
"And you followed me in here to act as his wingman, sorry wing woman?" I ask, leaving the washroom.
"He's a bit shy," Ana says.
