She glances at me and then away. I don’t like it.
“Well, I’ll get out of your hair. I got a lab I have to get to you. See you later, Red!”
She frowns. “I’m not sure I like the nickname.”
“If he didn’t like you, you wouldn’t have a nickname.” I fall into step beside of her as she moves to leave. “Areyou feeling better?”
“Yeah, the cough has let up and I hardly sneeze. Just a headache really.”
“You should have told me you had a headache and I never would have asked you to cook. I’d have gotten Taco Bell or something.”
“I didn’t mind or I would have said something.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have a psych class.”
Different building than I’m in and in the other direction.
“Come on, I’ll walk with you.”
“I don’t need anyone to walk me to class.”
“I know that. I just want to.”
“And if I rather you not?” She stops when we get out of the building.
“Then I won’t, but I wish you’d let me.”
She stares at me for a full minute and then nods. “Hurry up or we’ll be late.”
Again, I have the urge to fist bump the air, but that would be the wrong move. She’s very hesitant to let me get close. Not sure why, but I plan on getting to the bottom of that sooner rather than later. But for now, I’m content to take all the little victories I can get with this girl.
“Do you like coffee?”
She stops walking again and stares. “That is a very random question.”
I shrug. Can’t get to know her unless I ask them. “I’ve never seen you drink it so I was curious.”
“Doyoulike coffee?” she asks.
“I don’t function in the mornings without it, but I only drink it in the mornings. I’m not an all day coffee drinker.”
“No, I don’t drink coffee. Well, I do drink the pumpkin spice latte when Starbucks has it. The thing is I don’t like pumpkin pie or pumpkin rolls, but I like the coffee. I’m weird like that.”
“I can eat my weight in pumpkin pie. My mom always makes one for Thanksgiving. Best thing ever. If you like the PSL’s try the coffee shop in the food court here on campus. They make one that people swear is better than Starbucks and it’s not as pricey.”
“Hmm.” She starts walking again and I fall into step beside of her.
“Thanks for getting me medicine and food over the weekend.”
The words are said low and if I hadn’t been right beside of her, I might not have heard her.
“You’re welcome, but no thanks needed. I’m the reason you were sick in the first place.”
“How can you spend so much time in the rink? Don’t you get cold? I mean you guys have to sweat a lot, so I’d think you’d be half frozen when the adrenaline wears off.”
“I’ve been on skates since I was three. I’m used to the cold.”
