I haven’t gone to the bookstore in a sense, you know. Sunday came way too fast. Now I’m sitting on my bed, with no idea what to wear. It’s not a date date, but it's a date. I hate how worried I am about this. I leave my hair down straight, or I’ll look like I’m trying. Which I’m not. I’ll just go simple and wear… my… ugh, I’ll just go with this. I just grabbed a random shirt, it's a black sheer shirt with white floral designs. I’m happy with my luck. Let's hope it continues. I just wear some high waisted black jeans, with a black ankle boots.

I arrived 15 minutes early. The Hive is a nice restaurant in a small strip mall, and is bigger than you think. When I walk in I see Dillian already there in one of the booths. I hesitated for a moment before walking over to sitting down. We greet each other with a simple hello. He looked nice, like a business casual.

“I got you an iced tea.” Dillian said as the waiter arrived setting down a tea and a lemonade.

“Thanks, that's perfect.” I responded quickly before shoving the straw in my mouth so I won’t be expected to talk. This was going to be rough. Why did I agree to this again?

I looked at the menu, and decided to go with a chicken sandwich. “Dillian, do you know what you're getting?” I asked politely.

“Ya, the ‘worker bee’ looks good.”

I saw when looking through the menu that all the burgers had been related names. I would have though it stupid, but I actally really like The Hive and have been here a couple times. None of them resent though. I have been too busy with school. Then the waiter came and took our orders.

“So Dillian, are you in college, or did you go?”

“No actually, I took over the bookstore from my father right out of high school. I had already been working there since I was a kid. Plus I know that it was all I wanted to do, run the store. It was my grandpa’s, who handed it down to my father, but he never liked it as much as me or grandad.”

I’m starting to get a little nervous now that we are talking. After a little too long of silence.

Dillian asked, “What do you want to do with your life.”

I thought about this for a while.

“I’m going to school to be a doctor. But it's never been what I wanted to do. Ya my dad was a doctor so that encouraged me a bit. Though the main reason was I had the time. I don’t have any friends, and I don’t need a job thanks to mom and dads money. I was always smart, and It would make them happy. So ya, it was just something to do, and I would be able to live a comfortable life like this. So it kinda just worked out like this.”

Dillian was quiet. I didn’t realize for a moment that I said that out loud. Great, now I feel all selfconshous. I definitely over shared. I have never had anyone to talk to so I don’t really think as much before I talk because I’m not used to it. Except with my parents, then I talk in a way they prefer.

Dillian smiled, “that's really interesting, it's nice to know more about you.”

I could feel a blush creeping on my checks, much to my dismay. “Ya, it's nice to talk to someone.” I was definitely blushing now. But if I’m not mistaken so was he! I started to feel comfortable, but definitely awaquard.

Then the food arrived and I was relieved. We wouldn’t need to talk as much about eating. Though I was almost enjoying our conversation.

We only talked a little while eating, but about none imported stuff like books and authors. When we finished eating, I started to get ready to go and he followed. Dillian stopped before I started walking to my car.

“Jessica,” he started, “about the… I love you, thing.”

I could see he was visibly flustered, but I didn’t know what to say to help so I just waited.

“Umm, it is how I feel, but it was definitely too strong and sudden, and kinda weird.” I didn’t say anything so he kept going. “I don’t want to push my feelings on you and I don’t need a response now, but I would like to go out with you again.” He finished now waiting for my response.

I wanted to say yes, t-t-to meeting again, that is. I just didn’t know how to put it.

“Sure, that would be okay,” Is what I went with.

He looked relieved but not necessarily happy. Before saying, “C-can I text you later.”

“Ya, thats alright.”

“Nice, uh goodbye.”

“Ya, bye.”

Then we just walked away from each other awkwardly. The afternoon went better than I thought. Now though, I don’t have any idea what to do with the rest of my day. My first thought is to go to the bookstore but I definitely can’t do that. So I guess I should just go home, and wait for him to text me.

Well walking to my car, I could feel a smile on my face.