Celia
“Hi, I’m Colin.” He held his hand out to me, and I stared at it, unsure.
I wanted to jump on him, wrap my legs around him, and kiss him until he fell on the lawn. But I held myself back, unsure, with my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. I couldn’t do this, could I?
“Celia.” I looked around, uncertain, but with an ache to be in his arms that I could barely control.
“I’d like to take you to dinner, somewhere out of town, if you’d like.”
“That might be nice.” I readjusted the bag slung over my shoulder and looked around. Nobody noticed us, nobody whispered, they just went about their business, and didn’t care. “Maybe somewhere with milkshakes?”
“I know a place that makes the best peanut butter milkshakes you’ve ever had.” He replied, a grin on his face. He’d lost weight,
