stupid, awkward, teenage love » b.q.

V.

Nervous as hell, Q sat in the food court, a table near some chinese restaurant. He twiddled his thumbs mindlessly, checking his watch.

1:05.

You should be here any moment and every minute made Q feel more and more nervous.

Finally, you found yourself looking for him in the crowd of people at tables. A familiar face stood out from the rest, spotting him instantly.

As you neared him, he sat up and smiled, waving. You wiggled your fingers in a wave manner, smiling. You sat in a chair in front of him, pulling at the bottom of your shirt.

"It was very nice to meet you, by the way." Q spoke up, "You're very pretty."

You blushed, being instantly complemented.

"And you're very handsome." You laughed almost awkwardly, placing your hand on the table which was hesitantly covered by his. You glanced down to your lap.

If your cheeks weren't red already...