The pizza smelled great and as I passed the living room, Taylor stood up, following me. Taylor apprehensively looked down at my hand, and as we eventually shook hands, I asked, “How’s it going?”
It made her smile, but she didn’t say anything, and wanting to keep our conversation going, hoping the opportunity to ask her out would present itself, I said, “I’m really glad I finally ran into you.”
Embarrassed, Taylor blushed and then shyly looking down she told me everything was good. I could see Taylor was worried and so I smiled and said, “It must be the pizza,” as I quickly stood up. I was obsessed with her, to the point where I would drive by her house, desperately hoping I might run into her.
