Levi paced around his room, groaning. “Bro, relax. She came onto you hard from the beginning, she’s picking up whatever you’re putting down.” His friend Garth said, attempting to reassure him. “That was before. Now she’s talked to me and realizes I’m not most, maybe any, of the things she thought I’d be when she asked me out on a whim forever ago.”
Stella had first asked Levi out in a class, but he’d turned her down. He was going through a lot and thought a girl would just complicate things further. But for months after she’d stopped trying, he had her on his mind. Finally, at the end of that year, they’d gotten together. They’d been together almost three months now and things had been moving slowly.
They’d both wanted it that way, but neither believed the other’s reason. Levi told her at the outset that he was pretty religious and he’d want to be deliberate about each step they took. Stella all but blurted out on their first date that he was the only person she’d ever even asked out, let alone been in a relationship with. But what they each interpreted these explanations as, even if only subconsciously, was “I’m not sure if I’m attracted to you.”