At the end of the date, Brenda and I walked Jason to the curb where his car was parked, and for a moment, there was this kind of quiet between them—not the awkward kind, but the kind that made it feel like they didn’t really want to say goodbye just yet.
Jason, standing there with his hands in his pockets, looked at Brenda like he was trying to memorize every little detail about her, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her lips curved into that small, soft smile she always had when she was happy, the way her eyes sparkled just a little more than usual. And Brenda? Well, she was looking at him the exact same way.
For a second, I wondered if I should just perhaps step a few feet away and scroll through my phone or look up at the stars or something, but before I could even dec
