My drowsiness was fully gone by now. A lump formed in my throat preventing me from speaking as the familiar numbness made its presence known to me. But, I had to speak. I had to. Otherwise he would think of me as a weirdo.
But since when did I start caring about what a stranger thought of me?
“No, of course not.” I managed to let out, trying to smile.
He stared at me with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, wanting him to believe that it really was okay. In fact, good. I knew I wasn’t in my senses to act normal but even in my senseless self, I couldn’t help but adore this man. It wasn’t fair.
“Okay, I believe you.”
Butterflies. Thousands of them. In my stomach.
“Did he apologize to you?” I asked, trying to suppress everything that was stirring in.
“Yeah, he did. Perhaps a millio
