Snippet #1597098

I nodded my head, extending my hand to take from her the little piece of paper with her intimate information. I felt as though I were being rewarded for a lack luster performance: I didn't feel I deserved to know this information. Mel seemed on an entirely different plane from myself: more sophisticated, more knowledgeable...of course, I thought these things without truly knowing her. I didn't know her past, beyond the shining vision of her guardian. But, if she was anything close to her, than I would find myself in nothing but awe, and completely humbled by Mel.

I accepted the information, making a mental note later to give her mine. I prayed that when I did she was as accepting as I am: she'd be the first I ever passed this information to! Yet, it felt only right to do so.

"It's alright: I don't think I'll have much of a problem with seeing you at night. Most of my performances or things I attend run late anyway." I mumbled, bringing my hands inside my coat pockets, subtly toying with the note between my fingers nervously.

I turned my head away when she mentioned she hadn't dated before. The blush that rose in my cheeks made me realize that I was being obvious with my feelings: something I wasn't very good at hiding. My face plumed a deep red, my eyes looking at the cold tile of the coffee shop. My throat tightened as I choked out a croak to speak: it took me several turns of this to finally whisper out what I wanted to say.
"It's fine." I began, wiping my face with one of my hands. Sweat lined my palm almost as if I had been doing some heavy exercise. What's wrong with me? Get yourself together!

"This is new for me too, we'll have to work at it together right?" I flashed a nervous smile, rubbing my wet hand against my jeans.

My alarm went off on my phone, making me jump in terror. I batted my pockets until I located the irritation, and after looking at the screen I shut the alarm off.

If I didn't hurry I'd miss my practice for one of my upcoming performances....

I sighed, wishing to stay longer, but it was a necessary evil: truth be told I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for my gift.

" I'm sorry," I leaned forward, shoving things into my pockets, and than began filling my backpack. "I have a practice I must go to, but," I thrust the bag over my shoulder, letting out a deep oomph. I skittered forward, leaning forward.

I tilted my head towards Mel's ear, licking my lips nervously.
"I would absolutely love to see you again." I choked nervously. I shoved my phone number into her pocket, trying to make it look casual instead of nervous. I lost my nerve before I could continue speaking and backed away, rushing towards the door. My feet slapped the tile, and I could feel the stares of the other patrons on my back. I wasn't concerned or shy about their stares...but Mel... I couldn't look at her again, and lord knows I didn't want to know what she was thinking when she saw my frightened self rushing towards the door.
Did she know it was not the practice but her shear presence that sent me into almost hysteria?