THE DATE

I stifled a yawn as I watched Connell work, listening to the sound of his typing in the back of my mind.

In efforts to escape the awkwardness of my house, I decided to spend time with Connell. Unfortunately he is a workaholic, which left me with no other choice than to watch him.

I could feel myself drift away as I watched him change from writing to typing. He was concentrated on his work, paying little attention to me.

It was the last day of break, and my dog had woken me up too early to be humanly healthy.

I hadn’t noticed Connells eyes shift to me,...