I rubbed my feet over eachother, only socks on. She'd instructed me to remove my shoes at the door. She smiled sweetly at me from across the table, stretching across to pick up my plate, giving me an unintentional view. I tried to avoid it, and my eyes quickly darted to her excessively organised kitchen, each unit colour coded for clarity. She finished her wine and hiccupped, giggled and then winked at me. My hopes were wounded though, as she chirpily said "Dinner is over now, I suppose." I looked at her, confused. Even though nothing had ever been declared, I was pretty sure we were an official item. It looked that way to outsiders, but I feel as if she's playing a game. But I want her. "You didn't drink anything, so you can drive yourself home, right?" she innocently smiled. Taken aback, I blurted "Uh no, I can't... Uhm.. I'm afraid of driving... In the dark.. Everything looks the same, you know? Uh.. so yeah.." I awkwardly r...
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