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down.
                   
“It’s alright,” he shrugged. “It’s just that I figure she was a really nice
lady. When I was looking through the attic… This was when I was maybe ten… I
saw this chest full of love letters addressed to her. Man, did they have really
nice handwriting back then. But there were a lot. And they weren’t all from my
grandpa. I read some of them, and they were pretty hard core. Undying love and
all that.Like she was that beautiful.”
                   
“That’s nice,” I smiled. “Do you see pictures of her?”
                   
“Yeah, she was really beautiful,” he replied. “But the best thing about that
chest I found was this recipe for chocolate cookies. Choco choco chip? Like, the cookie itself was chocolate, and there were chocolate
chips. I had my mom make them, and it was absolutely delicious. Probably the
best dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
                   
“Yeah?” my smile grew.
                   
“Yeah,” he nodded. “And so, my mom makes them every Valentine’s Day, because to
make them during my birthday or Christmas is too mainstream or something. I
guess I just get really excited for those cookies.”            
                   
“You really like those cookies, huh?” I chuckled.
                   
“Yeah,” his eyes lit up, and I knew that he truly loved them. “They’re the
absolute best. I can finish a single batch in one sitting, just because they’re
that good. They’re sweet but not so much that you get sick of them.”
                   
“Sounds good,” I smiled and then looked down. And that was when I realized what
One Direction meant when they said “but when you smile at the ground”. I
chuckled once to myself.
                   
“What?” Don asked, chuckling himself. I noticed that he was particularly
susceptible to laughing.
                   
“Just thought about the smiling at the ground thing,” I chuckled as I answered
him, wondering if he even understood what I’d managed to blurt out.
                   
“Well, you pull it off really well,” he remarked. I looked up at him, my smile
fading into neutrality. “You still remember?” he asked. “That time I took your
picture?”
                   
“Of course I do,” I said. “I never forgot.”
                   
“You still have the same smile I liked back then,” the corner of his mouth
twitched up to form that candid asymmetrical smile I loved.  “And I still
like it now.”
                   
I could feel myself blush, but this time was a little different for some
reason. There was no feeling of embarrassment attached, perhaps. It was just
this nice warm feeling, like taking a shower with warm water, except: instead
of the warmth travelling from the skin inwards, it was travelling from the
chest outwards towards my extremities. It was easy to trace. My cheeks.My upset stomach. The energy my limbs suddenly got.
It was a nice feeling, except for the fact that I felt the need to punch and
kick something… Or crush some stuffed toy. If only Don was my classmate in
History.
                   
Then, I found myself leaning into Don. His face was only a few inches from
mine. Was this the moment I’d been fantasizing about for so long? Was it really
going to happen? Finally?
                   
Just then, Angelo came back in, and I found myself very abruptly moving away.
                   
“Alright,” Angelo stretched as he sat at his keyboard. “From
the chorus, everybody?”
                   
“Yeah, sure,” I nodded and looked at Don from the corner of my eye. He looked
at me and then at Angelo, and then back at me.
                   
“One, two, three, four …”
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