"I love you."
I don’t know what to do right now. Did Dillian j-just confess to me? I slowly look around the bookstore. Well, I'm not sure if a bookstore is the right thing to say. That's what it's called, and you can buy books here. But you can also read here, and check out books like a library. Honestly, it's always confused me, but that's not the matter right now though.
“I think I misheard you.” That's all I had for a response.
“Jessica, I’m in love with you. I don’t want to creep you out, but I see you every day. You're smart, kind, and beautiful, and I would love it if you would go on a date with you.” Dillian said with surprising confidence.
“Uh Dillian, I don’t think I’ve ever had an actual conversation with you.” Shure I talk to him almost every day, but that's ordering a coffee or checking out a book. I’ve never actually talked about myself, or him himself.
“I know, but I would really like to. Can I have your number?” Dillian said well trying to hand me his phone over the counter, create a contact already pulled up.
Honestly, he had only ever been kind and helpful to me. Maybe that's why I gave him my number. At least that is what I’m going to tell myself on the way home. I would usually walk because the store was only a few blocks from my apartment. Today though I called a cab. Lucky I don’t have any classes today so I’m gonna go home and… I don’t know, sit, I guess? Maybe think, or wait and see if he texted me.