How does someone really know when they like someone? Is it when you start becoming curious about the little things, like what time they wake up, what songs they listen to when they're sad, or how their eyes light up when they talk about something they love? Or maybe it’s deeper than that. Something quiet and hard to explain, like a tug in your chest or a warmth that settles in your soul whenever they’re near. Sometimes, it doesn’t even make sense. You just know, even if you don’t have the words for it yet.
I was thinking about that while staring out the window of the jeep, the city blurring past me. Maybe I was just overthinking, or maybe it was the nerves talking.
I'm on my way to a restaurant for a job interview. Since Christmas break started, I figured taking on two part-time jobs wou
