I watched as she walked through the doors and saw her eyes narrow in curiosity as she spied a form sitting on the hood of her car. Slowly she made her way across the parking lot. Recognizing me, her eyes narrowed more and her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out why I was suddenly sitting nonchalant, waiting for her.
I smiled as best I could against the butterflies creating havoc inside me. We had barely spoken before, too busy working to really talk and both too shy to approach the other. Now here I was sitting on her car smiling like an idiot.
"Hello." After a brief moment of silence she greeted me in a guarded tone.
"Hello." I chirped back, hoping my voice didn't betray my nervousness. It had taken hours to psych myself into even coming. "Would you like to go to breakfast? My treat." I slid off her car and pointed to my car, indicating I would drive as well.
Her eyes ran over me - taking in each feature, trying to figure out what I was up to.
"Why?" Her response didn't startle me. I had been expecting it; mentally going over each possible answer I could give, perfecting each sentence until I was sure I couldn't mess this up.
"I'll explain on the way. I'm starved." I could tell she was still wary of me, but she walked to my car and sat in the passenger's seat. I climbed into the drivers and drove out of the lot.
"Where are we going?"
"Waffle house?" I suggested. Despite careful planning on what I wanted to say, I hadn't put any actual thought into where we'd go. So much for being ready. She nodded, however, and I began heading down the correct roads.
"Why?" Her voice was less guarded now, but still heavy in confusion. The last time we had talked, she had approached me only to ask if my coworker/friend was single or not, and gay or not. After that moment we had been fairly awkward around each other, unsure what to say or where we stood. Our hours only lapsed by an hour; we didn't have time to mingle as such.
"I'd like to figure some things out." I chose my words carefully still, making sure that what I thought sounded decent still as they left my mouth. "I can't quite figure out how I feel about you."
Her eyebrows perked a little in surprise and curiosity again. She didn't say anything, but I could feel the air change in the car.
"You see, growing up I didn't have many friends. I still don't, and each friend I've ever had has left me - be it because we just couldn't stand each other anymore or because they left for bigger and better things. I've really only had one friend stick with me, but he's gone now for collage. Just as well, I have grown up bisexual. So I have a hard time figuring out if I like someone because I'm lonely and want a new friend, or if I really do have a crush on them." I could feel my face burning. Surely she noticed too.
She sat quiet for a while. The knots in my gut only grew tighter with each silent second.
"Pull over." She said it so quietly I almost thought I had imagined it. Figuring I must have royally screwed up, I obediently pulled the car to the curb and waited for her to leave. Instead I felt a hand slide under my chin and turn my head. Before I could react, her lips her pressed gently to mine. Surprise filled my body like electricity. The longer she kissed me the more I wanted. My body relaxed - unsure quite how to react - and she pressed a little harder before breaking the kiss. My mouth ached for her to come back as her lips split into a wry smile.
"Are you still unsure?" She asked with a tone of smugness. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up to what had just happened before I gave a sly smile back. Instead of answering, I quickly moved to overtake her in her seat, giving my lips what they had been begging for.