Jake beamed, looking surprised.

“Really?” he asked, looking as if he didn’t believe it. “Really?”

I didn’t say anytihng, simply stared at him.

After a few more ‘really’s and another few seconds of smiles he calmed down at bit.

“Ok, then, I’ll pick you up at eight. See you then!”

And he turned to leave, and would have left. Except I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

He turned towards me, still smiling. “Yeah?”

“Why me?” I asked softly. “Why did you chose me to ask out? Why did you try so hard?”

For a moment he looked like he wasn’t going to say anything.

Then he looked like he was thinking.

“Well,” he began slowly, sounding a little unsure of himself.

“I’m not completely sure. When I saw you at the party I thought I might talk to you for a little and maybe, if you were nice, ask you out on a date. But you were..different than most girls.”

Here he trailed off, thinking again.

“And I really want to get to know you.”

And with that, he was gone, without giving me a really satisfying answer.