Andy's POV
A small smile was playing across my face as I made my way through the streets leading to my apartment, and something akin to giddiness playing around the insides of my stomach. I had bid goodbye to Dave a few minutes ago, and somehow, I was wishing the walk with him didn't have to end when it had come to a stop.
He was nice to talk to, he laughed more, he was such a gentleman. I wouldn't say I have a crush on him or anything, but I was sure of the fact that I wouldn't mind hanging out with him again, because he was such a nice company. There wasn't anything I enjoyed in the whole of today, like I had enjoyed talking to him.
The clouds were staring to get really dark, and a quick glance at my wristwatch showed that it wasn't already past seven p.m, I hadn't even realized that. That much time had passed Witt ke hanging out with Dave, until right now.
