Chapter 30 Smooth Sailing

• Ben
• I drum on the corner table at Fitzgerald’s, a little restaurant off campus Marcie and I have been going to a lot over the past three weeks of dating.
• Three weeks. That still feels crazy to say. Three amazing weeks of dinners out, evenings in my apartment, stolen moments after class. Well, fewer of those. She pretty much insists that we spend time in my apartment or off campus. But she has a roommate, and I don’t, so I’m fairly sure that’s normal. And things are so easy with her, even after my confession. She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head every now and again, but those moments are getting fewer and farther between. I’m hopeful they’ll disappear entirely before too long. We’re just getting used to each other, a little more every time we hang out.