That blonde hair boy had barely walked out of my office before our office illustrated the fact that most of us are women and our conversations are almost always just girl talk.

“So… who was that?”

“The guy that just left?”

“Yeah, who is that?”

“That’s Will.  Remember the funeral I went to a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah, so he’s the Pizza Inn guy.  The guy whose wife just passed away, right?”

“Yes.”

 “And y’all have been friends for a while?”

“Um, we know each other.  I wouldn’t say we were friends really.  It’s not like we hang out or anything, why?”

“I don’t know, I just got this vibe.  That’s all.”

A vibe?  What did she even mean by that?  I liked him, I knew that much.  I just didn’t think I was that obvious; not any friendlier with him than any other student that comes into my office.  She was right though, and I knew it.  I felt it too; just figured it was totally one-sided.  I knew I could completely fall for him and that it would be a big deal if I did, but putting my heart through all of that just for some guy again seemed stupid.  I needed to know that it was worth putting myself out there and he’d given me no real reason to do that, so I took all of those feelings and buried them instead.

At least, I thought I did…