He waited outside. It was snowing.
He wasn't sure whether he should go in. He remembered how she had looked at him, at the party, and what a joy, what an unbelievable nervous energy he'd had going. He's noticed her for so long. So long. He'd figured she'd never noticed him. But at least he could notice her, when she was around.
And now, now. well, maybe. He grinned to himself. It was really cold, and maybe he should go in. At least knock. Knock.
She opens the door, a quick smile, greeting. He smiles gratefully, thank you it was so cold and I remembered you live around here. She doesn't need to hear. It isn't necessary to her. But thank god he said it.
She leads him inside, offers a drink - yes, yes why not. Maybe it will make it easier to speak to her. Yes, thanks, oh. why no, whiskey isn't too strong. Let's both have some. Haha, yes - she sure was funny. He liked that. He tries to be funny. She laughs and smiles. Was that funny? Not so much, maybe, he thinks.
After a few minutes of conversation that takes a bit to thaw, he feels a bit more comfortable around her. He's still not sure if he should be here, but it's easier to ignore it. He grins at her. He can tell she is being won over by him - he thinks so. Yes, yes, her eyes make it quite clear. He is doing it! He is doing something. He is pretty sure.
She gets up, and he follows without thinking. Oh, he is free from thinking! The haze is comfortable. Thank god, he really is funny. He can tell it's true. She laughs so much. The bed, the bed. She is whispering.
"I loved you from the moment I spoke to you." She says. He stares at her, dumbfounded. He starts to leave, but she looks a bit distressed, so he stays.
She wakes up alone though. The pillow is wet with tears.