I looked down, my heart pounding.
It was him –the one I’ve spent whole classes daydreaming about -standing here in this bookstore, talking to me.
I cursed myself for the imperfect, chipped polish on one toe.
Trying to show calm I did not feel, I turned my gaze up.
“Do you know Hannah?”
(From Mr. Know It All, who posts the challenge every week here. )