They hadn’t seen each other in over a year. Since last summer, to be exact, when she had a boyfriend, when he was a friend. Today they would see each other again; she cut free from her boyfriend, and himself recently on the end of a breakup.
Today, after an entire school year, when they had both changed and matured, they would see each other again.
On the surface, they were fine. Talked about everything, the way best friends do. Ah, but on the inside? Why, she had never been so self-conscious. Was he looking at her differently, or was he just listening intently? Did he move to sit next to her, or just to get off his feet? And that hug goodbye, is that how he hugged all his girl friends, or did he squeeze her extra tight and hold on just a second longer? And did she like him? They were all questions she had no answers to, and the wondering drove her mad.
And yet , each time she saw his name pop up on her computer screen, she smiled. She thought about him at strange times. So she thought.
Do I like him?