You Know What To Do
Over the next few days, I held on to the idea of her liking me. I still had my doubts, as I always do when it comes to things such as this, but in a way she was giving me subtle kinds of clues. Things like mentioning that she trusted me in passing, and a few other things that I forget.
After the next time I talked to her, I was pretty sure she liked me. I still had my doubts.
Turns out we have a lot in common. We both like to write, have a similar taste in music, and our senses of humor are in the same general vein. She thinks I’m a good writer, which means a lot to me. Probably more than she knows.
The next time we talked for a while was over the phone. Two of her friends were there. They all thought I was cute or hot or whatever. I tried to avoid seriously talking about the fact that they seemed to think I was attractive because I didn’t want to make it awkward for her.
I must have been on the phone for about three hours with them. It was kind of funny, hearing the antics of her and her friends.