and then today, we're having coffee, and this crazy ole dude stops by and points out b's little richard shirt, and they're doing the crazy polite conversation, and this dude is telling b that little richard is crazy and we all love him for it, and if b's wearing the shirt, b must be crazy too. then the old man gives me a look over and says to b, "you gotta be a little crazy, to get a pretty girl like that" and i blushed and smiled, and the man walked away.
b says, "did you hear that, sruti?"
i blushed and smiled again. i think i shrugged.
b says, "should we have done the whole, uh, no, no, we're not together, we're just friends thing?"
and i said, "why? so we could live out a staple scene in our ever blossoming romantic comedy?"
b blushed and got anxious and grinned a lot.
"look at YOU," i said. "look how he's getting all bashful and anxious."
meanwhile, i got all bashful and anxious, and let my stupid self remember that supposed lingering attraction.
b says, "did you hear that, sruti?"
i blushed and smiled again. i think i shrugged.
b says, "should we have done the whole, uh, no, no, we're not together, we're just friends thing?"
and i said, "why? so we could live out a staple scene in our ever blossoming romantic comedy?"
b blushed and got anxious and grinned a lot.
"look at YOU," i said. "look how he's getting all bashful and anxious."
meanwhile, i got all bashful and anxious, and let my stupid self remember that supposed lingering attraction.
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