I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed talking to Jack. We had met for coffee a few days after the club meeting, and I had been surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. We laughed and joked, sharing stories and getting to know each other.
As I walked back to my dorm after our coffee date, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, I had found someone special.
Over the next few weeks, Jack and I continued to spend time together. We would meet for coffee or lunch, talking about everything from our classes to our favorite TV shows.
I found myself feeling more and more comfortable around him, like I could be myself without fear of judgment. He was kind and genuine, with a quick wit and a beautiful smile.
As we spent more time together, I began to realize that I was developing feelings for Jack. I wasn't sure if it was love, exactly, but I knew that I enjoyed his company and felt a strong connection to him.
One day, as we were walking across campus, Jack turned to me and asked, "So, Sophia, can I ask you something?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of curiosity. "What is it?"
Jack hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a real date with me," he said. "Maybe dinner and a movie?"
My heart skipped a beat as I processed his question. A real date? With Jack?
I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. "I'd love to," I said.
Jack grinned, looking relieved. "Great," he said. "I'll pick you up at 7pm on Friday?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for Jack and me.
As the days went by, I found myself feeling more and more excited about my upcoming date with Jack. I had been on dates before, of course, but there was something about Jack that made me feel like this was different.
Maybe it was the way he made me laugh, or the way he listened to me when I needed someone to talk to. Whatever it was, I knew that I felt a strong connection to him, and I couldn't wait to see where things would go.
The night of our date arrived, and I felt like a nervous wreck. I had spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits and doing my hair and makeup.
As I waited for Jack to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What would the night hold? Would we have a good time?
The doorbell rang, and I knew that Jack had arrived. I took a deep breath, smoothing out my dress and making my way to the door.
As I opened it, I was greeted by Jack's smiling face. He looked handsome and charming, and I felt my heart skip a beat as he handed me a bouquet of flowers.
"Hey," he said, smiling at me. "You look beautiful."
I blushed, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thanks," I said. "You look pretty great yourself."
As we headed out to dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The night was young, and I had a feeling that it was going to be one to remember.