His mustache. It was just so…He had an uncaring attitude that I found beguiling. Yet all I could say was “I have the homework.” Other than Leo, I’d never given anyone my homework; but that mustache and blue eyes were worth it.
He gave me a quick, shy smile, and that was that. But in that smile, I imagined him asking me to his senior prom, and then to some wild college excursion, and then, we’d get married in romantic comedy bliss and have nine brats. How’s that, Freud?
I giggled maniacally and he looked up from his illegal copy of MarioKart. The prospects were just too promising.