Jason ended up walking me home after my last class of the day, and as he bid me goodbye on the house's front steps, he looked sheepish suddenly, like a middle-school boy intimidated by a pretty girl. It was cute. Really cute.
“Renee, listen,” he said, scuffing the steps with the toe of his shoes. “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”
“Oh, um—-”
“Like, on a date,” he said before I could continue. He smiled a boyish, sweet smile that forced me to smile back.
“Yeah, Jason, sure.” His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas, and honestly, it was endearing. I couldn’t remember when a guy genuinely wanted to go out with me. “When do you want to go?”
“What about tonight?” he asked, excited. “I could take you out for dinner or something.”
I was tired, slightly grumpy, and had a s**t ton
