RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES)
At some point, he looked at me and said, “Do you ever think about how we started?”
“All the time,” I said. “I remember the first day you sat beside me. You smiled too much.”
He laughed. “You frowned too much.”
We both giggled like kids.
“But really,” I added, “you were always kind to me. Even when I didn’t understand why.”
“I was just trying not to scare you off,” he said with a grin. Then, in a softer voice, “I guess I wanted you to see me the way I saw you.”
I looked at him for a long moment. “And how did you see me?”