Stupid feathers.
I just had my last ceramics class. That means, last day of sitting by Cutes Guy In My class (except for our final next week.) We talked about 10x more than usual. It felt like the pressure is on, this is our last class, and you are cute! And I let him use some of my cut-out feathers for his project. He finished before me, and while he was cleaning up I finished mine. I was still cleaning up all my stuff, and he finished and then kind of lingered around the table, then went to go look at the other projects, then came back and stood there for a minute. And he was about to say something to me, but I left to throw some trash away because I'm clueless. Then I came back and he said...
..."Thanks for the feathers."
And I said, "Oh, you're welcome."
And then he left.
We still have finals day next week. Come on Cutes Ceramics Guy, ask me out! I know you want to! (Maybe. Probably. Unless you have a girlfriend. Then it's okay, you can pass.) Eh, maybe I'll just do it if I get the opportunity.
..."Thanks for the feathers."
And I said, "Oh, you're welcome."
And then he left.
We still have finals day next week. Come on Cutes Ceramics Guy, ask me out! I know you want to! (Maybe. Probably. Unless you have a girlfriend. Then it's okay, you can pass.) Eh, maybe I'll just do it if I get the opportunity.