*No, of course not. If you are up for us meeting again then so am I.
There, perfectly casual and with very little excitement. He wouldn't be suspicious if I were jumping from the excitement or not.
*Absolutely, I am up for it. So, where do you want to meet?
His next read. I did not know any place where I could meet him. Coffee shop or something maybe. Or he could decide.
*I don't know. You decide.
I typed and sent him that text. Tapping my finger on my phone.
*How about we meet for a movie on Sunday. Only if you're free.
He typed back. I read the message and thought for a second. I was usually free on Sunday. My past - time on Sunday was at the library, when Shirley had a shift at her work. It meant that it could work. For once, I won't go to the library or study to stay ahead of th
