The girl spent the night dreaming, smiling, recapping on the kiss and the holding hands. Eventually she couldn't sleep, so she called her friend.
The friend picked up after a second call, voice thick and groggy.
The girl winced Sorry ... were you sleeping?
The friend answered It's 12:05, so yes?
The girl went on to talk about the date. Most details, besides the intimate ones. Kissing him and holding hands — she wanted to keep that to herself.
The friend listened to the story, growing more and more suspicious.
How long have you known him? She asked. The girl replied three weeks, and the friend's frown deepened How much do you know?
The girl didn't understand what her friend meant. She didn't understand that the friend was worried.
At the end of their talk, the girl wished her friend goodnight. The friend wished the girl good luck.
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RomanceShe is a flower. Fragile, innocent & full of life. He is wilting. Broken, but pretending. The only thing that can save him is love. They meet, and their stories collide. *
