He took a deep breath, his voice gentle.
"Don't worry, I'll come to see you tomorrow, alright?"
"Alright." A bittersweet feeling washed over me.
A comfortable silence settled between us until I heard the rustle of him pulling back the covers. It seemed he was lying in bed, shuffling through some papers.
"So, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Yes, Leon," I bit my lip, mustering the courage to ask directly, "What do you think about the university's winter dance?"
There was a pause on his end, then he replied, "I think the dance sounds great, and then?"
"So, Mr. Sylvester, how about being my date?" I asked with a smile, trying to keep my tone casual and breezy.
He chuckled and said, "Of course, my love, I'd be honored to be your date."
We both laughed. That's when I realized
