Float On

Part 3

AmazingPhil: Actually, it's just going to be the two of us.

It's a date. I'm going on a date. Or maybe it's not? Shit. I have no idea what's going on.

PinkAnime: Interesting. That almost sounds like it might be a date.

AmazingPhil: Maybe ;)

Winky face and a maybe? Is that a yes? Or is that him avoiding answering the question? I am so bad at this.

I glance at the time and curse, snapping the laptop shut. I'm going to be late. Running around frantically, I grab my keys, phone, and iPad. I take a last minute look in the mirror and groan when I realize I forgot to do anything with my hair. I run my fingers through my brunette curls, trying to poke and prod them into some sort of order. Giving up, I sprint through the door and across the street in record time, hoping to get there before he does. Luckily, I do so it gives me a few extra minutes to compose myself and catch my breath after the sudden burst of unexpected exercise. My usual spot is open, so I amble over to awkwardly wait for Phil to arrive for our date that may or may not be a date. Not knowing what to do with myself, I open my iPad and start sketching to keep my mind occupied and hopefully prevent flat out panic from setting in while I wait.

"You brought it!"

I jump and almost slide right out of my chair.

"Sorry! I can't believe I did that again! I need to wear a bell like a cat," Phil says apologetically. "What I was trying to say is that I'm glad you brought the IPad so I can see some of your other drawings."

With my heart still in my throat, I turn and look up at the handsome boy who may possibly be my date for the evening. "T-That's OK," I stammer, already feeling a little self-conscious from being caught so off guard. I try to stand up but he stops me.

"What do you want to drink? You stay there and I'll get it for you."

"Oh," I say, surprised for the second time already tonight. "An iced caramel macchiato, please."

I sit back and watch him as he happily gets in line to get our drinks. The first thing I do is look around the coffee shop to double check that his YouTube post was correct and that he is indeed here alone. I smile slightly when I don't see his friends in their usual place and now I'm about 80% sure this is a date. While he's placing our order, I take a few minutes to study him, careful to avoid the floating words. There would be time to deal with that later. I'm happy to see that he's wearing another one of his quirky button up shirts. This one is a dark navy blue with a corgi pattern on it. On anyone else, it would probably look ridiculous, but on him, it seemed quite charming. His hair is such a dark brown it's almost black and he continuously brushes the fringe back off of his forehead. We've never stood next to each other, but compared to the other people in line, I think he's almost as tall as I am. He glances back and catches me looking at him and smiles back at me, his blue eyes dancing. Feeling a hot blush creeping up my neck, I grin and bashfully look away, quickly occupying myself with my iPad again.

A few minutes later he's back, precariously trying to balance both drinks and two chocolate chip cookies. I take mine quickly since it looks like he's about 10 seconds away from dropping everything. He puts his cup down on the small side table by our chairs and turns and sits at an angle so we're facing each other.

"Thank you," I say, sipping my drink.

"So," he starts. "Is this a date?"

I immediately start choking on my coffee and he leans forward and pats my back.

"I can't even believe you're still here! I've scared you half to death twice and then made you choke. It's like you have to have a death wish to hang out with me! This type of thing happens to me all the time." Confident that I'm not going to die, he leans back in his chair and looks at me with concern.