in a hundred words.

You sit across me, a smile on your face. It would be easy.

I smile back before training my eyes on my plate of half-eaten pasta. I pick at it, feeling the panic rise in my throat. Maybe this wouldn’t be so easy after all.

You cover your right hand over my left. My eyes widen at the sudden contact. I look up to meet your worried gaze.

“Are you okay?” you ask sincerely.

“I like you,” I blurt out. I know my face reddens like a tomato immediately after.

Your eyes widen, but other than that, you seem unruffled.