*I’ve never written one of these before, so constructive criticism would be very welcome. Thanks, I hope you enjoy!*
Jack* and I had met volunteering at a local food bank. He was older by a few years, slightly nerdy, and noticeably in shape; a couple of inches taller than me, with brown puppy dog eyes and an unruly mop of brown hair. Once a week for almost three months, we stuffed boxes and joked around. We had gotten dinner together the week before at his suggestion, which should have been an obvious sign of interest, but it turns out I’m pretty oblivious.
On the bus ride home, we grabbed a bite to eat. This time, we got takeout, and on the way home, he asked if I wanted to hang out. If I’m honest, I was surprised; I thought he was way out of my league. I was hoping he had something specific in mind, but I’m never one to assume. I asked him, “What do you mean?”