036

Camille:

As I walked home that evening, I kept asking myself the same question.

‘Why did I tell Reggie I liked him?’

I mean, I kind of did like him, but still, telling him outrightly that I did, and then taking his hands in mine had made me seem too desperate, which was far from what I was.

I still remember the smile he had given me as he squeezed my hands back. It was an assured smile, like he was a hundred percent certain we were now a couple.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Why exactly did I feel so weird?

I didn’t want to say it, but I knew why. It wasn’t the countless excuses I had given myself about why I couldn’t go out with Reggie; like how awkward it would be to have to meet Miss Winston’s knowing glances each time I came to work and having to answer the questions I knew she would definitely ask about me going out with her son.

It wasn’t because I wasn’t completely sure how I felt with him either. I mean, I had almost forgotten all about him after he