“I’m never good enough for anyone, for whatever reason. I’m smart, I’m not that bad looking, and yet I get stood up, time and time again, no one ever respects me, and the one serious relationship I’ve ever had, the bastard cheated on me! I’m tired of being taken for granted!” I was slightly em- barrassed by my rant. I never talked like that to anyone.
“You certainly aren’t bad looking at all, quite attractive, really.” I blushed.
“...And I’m sorry about the way other people have treated you. I’m actually surprised, though, that people would do that to you.”
“Why?” He chuckled dashingly. “To be honest, you are quite intimidating.”
Me? Intimidating?
Just then my bus came. What rotten timing. I was about to get on it when I felt a hand grip my shoulder.
“Hey Morgan, would you like to go have a cup of coffee with me? I internally blushed and my stomach flipped. “You want to go out for some coffee?”
He nodded. “If that’s alright with you, we could do something else.” “No, no...” I thought to myself. “Coffee sounds great. In fact, I know just the place.”
He smiled and we both began to walk together down the still wet, yet sparkling street. I tossed my bag of cheap romance novels and brownies in the garbage.
The sun had finally come out
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