"I don't want to be a rube, that's all. That must be the reason" I think with annoyance, saying that this doesn't make any sense and that I should already define what I feel, for better or worse.
"It's okay, Peter," she mumbles in a quiet voice, looking away a little. I don't know why, but her attitude seems a little strange to me, she never looks this melancholic and even though it's probably my fault, I can't help thinking on the other hand that it's also his responsibility for getting his hopes up with me. "No problem then, don't worry".
"Don't be a jerk, Peter. Tell her something that will make her smile or I guarantee you're going to lose her, asshole" attacks the annoying little voice in my head.
I tighten my lips because admitting that I could lose her, when I don't even know for
