The day of our study session arrived, and I found myself feeling nervous and excited. I had spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits and doing my hair and makeup. I knew it was just a study session, but I couldn't help feeling like it was a date.
Alexander had suggested we meet at the library, and I had agreed. As I walked in, I saw him sitting at a table, surrounded by books and notes. He looked up and smiled as I approached.
"Hey, Sophia," he said, standing up to greet me. "You look great."
I felt my heart skip a beat as I smiled back at him. "Thanks, Alexander. You look pretty great yourself."
We spent the next few hours studying together, going over our notes and discussing the material. Alexander was a great study partner, and I found myself feeling more and more at ease around him.
As we took a break to grab some coffee, Alexander asked me about my plans for the future. I told him about my dreams of becoming a psychologist, and he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and offering words of encouragement.
I was amazed at how easy it was to talk to him, how much I felt like I could be myself around him. As we walked back to the library, I found myself feeling a sense of comfort and companionship that I had never felt before.
As the evening drew to a close, Alexander walked me back to my dorm. We stood outside the entrance, chatting and laughing, and I found myself feeling like I didn't want the night to end.
"Thanks for studying with me, Sophia," Alexander said, smiling down at me. "I really appreciate it."
I smiled back up at him, feeling my heart flutter in my chest. "No problem, Alexander. I had a great time."
As we stood there, I felt a sense of tension between us, a sense of possibility. I wondered if maybe, just maybe, Alexander felt the same way about me as I did about him.
But then, he smiled and said, "I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay?"
And with that, the moment was gone. I watched as he turned and walked away, feeling a sense of disappointment and frustration. Why did I always seem to misread the situation? Why did I always seem to fall for guys who didn't feel the same way?
I sighed to myself as I turned and went inside. I knew I had to be careful not to get my hopes up too high. But as I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Alexander really did feel the same way about me.
The next day, I saw Alexander in class again, and we exchanged a brief smile. I felt my heart skip a beat as our eyes met, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me too.
As the days went by, I found myself looking forward to our psychology class more and more, just so I could see Alexander. I would sit in the back of the classroom, trying not to draw attention to myself, and steal glances at him whenever I could.
I knew it was silly, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I was falling deeply in love with Alexander, and I had no idea if he felt the same way.
But as I sat in class, watching him laugh and joke with our classmates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Alexander felt the same way about me as I did about him. And maybe, just maybe, I would find out soon.