Rain, he smelled like rain. And you had no idea why that was the first thing you noticed when you guys meet up, in his dress pants and nice shirt- as always, never could get the man to relax…

And you couldn’t your mind to focus while he was next to you, leaning close and nearly heads together- literally, and having his arm resting on the back of your chair to support himself.

“Here, this answer’s wrong. Its supposed to go here, because…” He continues to explain, glancing toward you every so often, your faces almost touches when you return his gaze. Making butterflies zoom around in your stomach.

Being this close only makes it worse, his scent is closer, your nervous… or excited? You’re not sure, because he’s so close, and his eyes baring into yours make it hard to look away until he looks back at the paper and gestures around with his fingers and hands again.

Even with all this running through your head, you’re still nodding along and erasing what you wrote down, and rewriting what he said. You could practically hear the gears turning in both of your heads…