Chapter 4: A... Date?
Ah, Saturday. A day to relax, to get away from the horrors of school. A day to...
Answer the door.
I sighed, strode to the door, and was exceedingly taken off guard by what I saw. "P-Professor Layton... Er... Come in..." I awkwardly closed the door behind him. "What a nice little apartment..." He mumbled. My ears went hot again, though this time, I can't say why. "It has the same rustic charm as your little café." I played with a spot on the carpet. "Do you think so?" I looked up, and he was nodding. He turned on me, and I noticed something about him. Something was... off.
Professor Layton. Probably the most confident man on campus, and most certainly the most confident man I've ever met. And he was... blushing?
"Erm... Are you alright, Professor?" He sighed, looking around. I strode to the other side of the room absently, waiting for his reply. I stopped at the long, floor-length mirror. I turned to face it, to look at the 36-year-old - YES, I went BACK to school - woman with back-length, slightly-moppy, Weasley-red hair, that looked like I just got out of bed - well, to be fair, I pretty much had just gotten out of bed -blue-green eyes, and a frame that reached the height of Mr. Good-Looking-Top-Hat. Wait...! I suddenly thought. Did I really just mentally call him that? He cleared his throat. And cue his answer.
"Yes?" I asked. He looked at a spot on the mid-green carpet. "About yesterday evening..." I thought back. I... I kissed him... I shook my head momentarily. "Yes?" I asked again. "I..." He started, "I know this will sound... Odd, sudden, call it what you will. But, er..." He seemed nervous. I made a quick interjection; I couldn't stand to see him like this. "Would you like a drink, Professor? You seem awfully... Agitated." He nodded. "Yes, a drink sounds nice, thank you." He took a seat. I came in soon after with a cup of tea; the tea I had made the evening prior. "And I wouldn't say 'agitated'... 'Jittery' is more like it..." He took a sip of it, letting out a breath, closing his eyes, and giving a little half-smile. He set the cup on the table. "Now then..." He hesitated again. "If there's anything you need to tell me, Professor, there's really no need to be shy..." He sighed, blushing a bit more noticeably, and said, in a slur of words that I could still have understood clearly:
"Do you want to go on a date with me?"
I blinked. Hard. "A d-date?" He sighed, sounding embarrassed. He took another large sip of the tea, and it seemed to have relaxed him a bit again. "Again, I know it's... Sudden, but... Well... I-I'm sorry, I just don't know how to put this..." I was dumbstruck. This man was one of the most confident I've ever seen, and he was stuttering and tripping over himself because he of all people wanted to go on a date? With me?
O-Oh... Uhm..." I blushed madly now. My ears were like rose petals. And yet, a small voice in my head-one that came from the "Love" section of my brain, apparently, judging by what it screamed- said to me, "Say yes! Do it!"I didn't hesitate with my answer.
"Yes."
SQUEEEEE FLUFFINESS!
