We decided to talk after I pestered her enough in the mart. She was trying to act cool about everything, but I could tell she's tense and awkward with the tingles humming between us. I know because I'm feeling it myself.
"You walked too fast for your height," I commented after watching her trudge away from the coffee shop. The coffee shop was called Bean and they have decent beverages although I was not able to sample them that much when my mate asked to talk outside instead.
We reach a deserted part of a Park, somewhere close to the playground. We're standing close enough for me to realize that she only reaches past my shoulder. It's cute.
She plays with the tips of her hair, a nervous habit, I'm not sure, but it looks like it. Her hands would play with her hair, clenches to her sides and just flew everywhere. I'm wondering if she's aware that I'm looking at her this much.
"Are you gay for real?"
