Since returning from his deployment, John had decided to prioritize the things he liked to do. Hikes, amateur carpentry and… reading. Every Thursday he joined a book club made up of a bunch of older ladies and one beautiful girl; you.

He stumbled over his words when he talked to you, zoned out in amazement when you spoke… he was hopeless.

As the session neared its end, John tapped your shoulder, shy smile on his face. “Hi love, I just wanted to say that you had some really good points.”