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I should've been feeling nervous but as I led Seff to my favorite spot, I realized that I felt comfortable. We didn't talk, we just walked with silence between us. The moon was up high and the glow that shone down through the trees was just enough to light the path I had often walked. I could hear critters of the night and the toot of an owl somewhere in the distance and although I was comfortable with Seff, I was also extremely aware of him. His hair looked messy but cute suited him. The way his lips were firm and pressed tightly together, but then he would lick his lips and I couldn't help but notice every time he would fidget with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Was he nervous? Or did he think I was going to push him into talking to me about his breakup? Seff was more
