Over dinner, we talked some more, sharing stories and laughter. I felt like I'd known him for years, not just hours. And as the night drew to a close, he walked me back to my dorm, his arm casually slung over my shoulder.
I thought back to my high school years, when I'd had a few crushes, but nothing that had ever really gone anywhere. I'd always been a bit nervous around guys, and I think that's why I'd never really had a relationship. But now, as I looked around at my classmates, I felt like I was starting to come out of my shell.
My heart skipped a beat as I nodded, feeling a little shy but also thrilled. "Yeah, I'd love to," I said, smiling up at him.
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Definitely," he agreed. "I'll call you tomorrow?"
As we pulled back, gasping for air, I smiled up at him, feeling like I was on top of the world. "Wow," I breathed.
As we started talking, I realized that we had so much in common. We both loved reading, and we both had a passion for music. He was easy to talk to, and I found myself feeling more and more at ease around him.