.·:¨ ¨:·. Ɯнɛи тнɛ ƨʋи ɢσɛƨ ∂σωи αи∂ ωнɛи Ɩ’м иσт αяσʋи∂, Ɩ ωαииα κиσω, αм Ɩ тнɛ ℓαƨт тнσʋɢнт тнαт ʏσʋ ωɛяɛ тнιиκιиɢ?, βɛғσяɛ ʏσʋ’яɛ ƨℓɛɛριиɢ, Δяɛ ʏσʋ ɢσииα cнαиɢɛ мʏ ℓιғɛ?, Δяɛ ʏσʋ ɢσииα ωαƨтɛ αℓℓ мʏ тιмɛ?, Ɩ ωαииα κиσω ʏσʋя ρℓσʏ, 'cαʋƨɛ вσʏ, ʏσʋ ɢσт мɛ вɛℓιɛѵιи’, Ɩ мʋƨт нαѵɛ мɛт ʏσʋ ғσя α яɛαƨσи, Ғɛɛ∂ αℓℓ σғ мʏ ∂ɛℓʋƨισиƨ (🇲ʏ ∂ɛℓʋƨισиƨ), Єѵɛи ғσя ʏσʋя αмʋƨɛмɛит (Ғσя ʏσʋя αмʋƨɛмɛит), Ɩ нαѵɛ иσтнιиɢ тσ ℓσƨɛ ιи, Ɩи тнɛ ∂ɛɛρ ɛи∂, Ɩ'м ιи тнɛ ∂ɛɛρ ɛи∂ .·:¨ ¨:·.

You were in love with Malachi. Okay, maybe love was too strong a word. But he was always on your mind and you guys had only gone on two dates.

It was driving you nuts to not know what he thought about you. Obviously, he liked you, but how much? Did he think you were girlfriend material? Future wife material? Were you thinking too much and too far ahead? Yes. Absolutely so. But you couldn't help it. You were very much so known for your typical delusional ramblings and crushes.

After changing your makeup and outfit and shoes about eight times, you finally decided on a casual outfit. Malachi was coming to get you for a late night drive. It was a new kind of date, so you were nervous.

With nothing better to do, you grab your magic 8 ball. You've had the thing since you were six and it was mostly for decoration, but you couldn't help it.

"Do I talk to him about it tonight?" You whispered to yourself before shaking the object so hard you could probably skip lifting weights the next time you went to the gym.

Nervously, you take a few deep breaths and your phone buzzes with a text from Malachi, letting you know he was outside. You nod to yourself and look into the murky ink as the die floats against the little window.

"Without a doubt."

You grab your phone, your bag and rush out to Malachi's car.

"There's my girl," he greets, starting the car.

"My girl"? That's a good sign... You thought to yourself.

You take a few shaky breaths and he notices as the car rolls out of your neighborhood.

"You seem a little far away. This drive is for us to just talk. So, tell me what's going on."

Funny how he read you so quickly when you're about to awkwardly ask him if you can pick his brain about what exactly this is between you two.