…you found me…
It is almost two weeks later when he approaches me again.
"Bella!" he calls, running down the hallway Friday afternoon. His shoes matching the steady pound of my heart. His excitement wraps around my waist and holds me in place.
I turn, waiting for him to approach me in the nearly empty hallway. I'm grateful that there are fewer witnesses to this interaction.
"I'm glad I caught you," he says, a charming grin spreading across his face like molasses. Slow and sweet.
"Is there a reason?" I ask, playing with the strap of my backpack.
"You doing anything tonight?" I want to say yes. I wish I had a busier social life, but other than a night on the couch watching wedding shows, I do not have anything planned.
"No. Why?"
"I'm throwing a party. You should come. I hope to see you," he says.
"Okay," I agree without thought. I almost regret agreeing so easily until I'm once again rewarded with his slow smiles.
I start to wonder if there is anything I wouldn't do to be at the receiving end of one of his smiles.