“Do you think I should text him before then?”
Nash rolled his eyes. “Do I look like Oprah fucking Winfrey to you? Since when am I the guru of relationships?”
“I think Dr. Phil would’ve been a better comparison, though that man creeps me the fuck out. I know he’s a fellow Texan, and I owe him some loyalty for that, but he gives off weird vibes.”
“I’ve never been able to watch his show, but that’s also because I have zero patience with the commercials every five minutes, followed by a recap. It’s too damn repetitive. If they broadcasted it without interruptions, I’m sure I’d find it a hell of a lot more palatable.”
“And here I thought you were the most patient man on the planet.”
“Nah, not for shit like that. I hate wasting time.”
I tapped my fingers on the table. “I think I should text him.” An idea popped into my head. “Don’t count on me for dinner tonight.”
“You gonna ask him out?”
“We might as well grab a bite together after PT, right? Since we’re both already there.”
“Might I recommend you leave that last part out? Again, not the most romantic of phrasings. I’d go with something along the lines of ‘I missed you, I dreamed of you, and I can’t wait to see you again.’”
“Right. That issonot happening.”
“You do you, bro. But either way, have fun tonight.”
As I made my way back to my room, I thought about how to word it. Nash was right that I shouldn’t focus on convenience but on more…sentimental reasons. So why did I want to go out for dinner with him?
He was damn cute. He made me feel good. He was happy and optimistic and being in his presence felt like the sun breaking through the clouds after an extended period of rain.
Funny how the very same traits that had annoyed me to no end when I first met him were now the very things that endeared him to me.
But it was more than the contagiousness of his positive attitude. I’d thought him an airhead, but he had so much depth and grit. Just watching him interact with his students had given me a lot of respect and admiration for him.
Out of all the stupid and mean stuff I’d said to him, I regretted nothing more than calling him lazy and accusing him of fucking around. I wasn’t sure what the story was there, but I did know I’d been way, way off. He was anything but lazy, and the fact that he’d never even mentioned his family made me suspect they weren’t close.
I reached for my phone.
Creek
Hi
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Hi. You okay?
Creek
Sorry for not texting sooner.
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Creek
I needed some time to think.
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