I hated myself for looking pathetic. I was always the kind of person who was a brick wall in public, but when I was alone, and being completely honest with myself, I was weak.
“I’m sorry.”
I forced. He looked down at me.
“For what?”
“Getting your shirt wet.”
He smiled sympathetically. I knew he wasn’t mad.
“Are you okay?” he asked kindly.
“No.” I admitted.
His eyebrows pulled together in frustration. After a minute of thought he smiled.
“I can fix that.”
He yanked me to my feet, and pulled me into a dance.
What a seriously strange guy.
“Dancing?”
“Yeah, don’t you know that dancing always makes you feel better?” He was laughing at the “are you crazy” expression on my face.
He had an amazing smile. It was contageous.
“HAH! Made you smile!” He did a little victory dance.
“Whats your name?” The words tumbled out so akwardly I almost laughed.
“Ben, and yours?” He said grinning.
“Kirsten.”
“Well Kirsten, feeling any better?” He asked hopefully.
“Extremely.” I smiled.