Her voice doesn't seem to be working properly, so the words come out as a whisper. "Good night Miller". Her eyes dart to his mouth, and God how she wishes she didn't know that he is such an amazing kisser. But she does know, oh how she knows, and it's just making everything more confusing. She almost thinks he is actually going to do it. Just grab her and kiss her senseless, but instead he tells her "good night Day" and she doesn't think she's ever wanted a guy to kiss her as much as she wants Nick to kiss her right now. But nothing happens. There's this moment, just a second, where time seems to stand still, and she's willing him to do something, say something, anything, but he doesn't so she turns around, slowly, holding on tight to the jar in her hand because her palms are sweaty and she feels shaky and she really doesn't want to have to explain to Schmidt why there are chips and salsa all over the floor. It feels like an eternity before she reaches her door, and crossing the threshold all off the sudden feels like an impossible task, because it means there will be two closed doors behind them, and it's a thought she can't bear right now. But she does close the door. She closes it and instantly feels a little bit colder – and really, all she wants to do is abandon the stupid chips (she's not hungry anymore anyway) and go back out there and… she's not sure what she wants to do. Yell at him, maybe. Get him to admit what he wrote on that damn card. Or kiss him. Maybe she'll just kiss him… Kiss him until he gets that this is what she wants. Not 3rd grade dance rules and too much space between them. Not stupid amounts of unresolved tension that will leave her hot and bothered and restless. She wants to kiss him until he gets that this is what she wants. That she likes him. That maybe she's even falling in love with him. That she doesn't want them to just be "roomfriends" – she wants more.
