“Want to go upstairs and talk? It’s crammed down here.”
“Uh...I don’t know really...”
“Why are you so unsure all the time? Just live a little!”
“I don’t think I should be here.”
“Then why show up?”
“Please, I think I should leave...”
“Come upstairs with me.”
I looked him in the eyes, and damn it, he was serious. He softly grazed my hand and started pulling me farther and farther away from the people, the drinks, the music.
Once upstairs, the sweet aroma of candy and vanilla consumed me. My head was so flooded I was unsure at the time what exactly smelled so nice. Turns out, it was the guy himself, because I was into him.
All into him.