"Goodnight." He bid her as they paused at her gate.
He was not like the other guys she had led down this path. She hadn't walked too close, occasionally letting their arms brush. She hadn't turned suddenly, stepping closer to him. She hadn't looked up at him out of the corner of her eye and silently willed him to kiss her.
He was not like the other guys because she was not going to stretch her hand out as she lifted the latch on the gate. She was not going to pull him up the path as she turned the key in the door. She was not going to lead him up to her room and show him all the secrets she kept, barely, hidden under her clothing.
He was not like the other guys because he wasn't expecting anything of her on this first night. He had no alterior motives in offering to walk her home. He didn't want to rush anything.
He was not like the other guys because she had enjoyed talking to him, because he appreciated her mind more than her boobs, because he was different.
He was not like the other guys because when he said "I'm sure I'll talk to you tomorrow", she was sure that she would reply.
He was not like the other guys.
But he was The Guy.
Of that she was sure.
The loud chick in the corner.
With the big eyes.
And the notebook in her bag.
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Goodnight...