>>648445870What?”
Still laughing, you said,
“You’ve had ranch on your face for, like, 30 minutes now.”
What a first impression.
“Awh, fuck.” I started to laugh along with y’all, rubbing my face, “Is that why you two have been staring at me all night?”
“Yep,” Lauren said, “Just judging the absolute shit out of you.”
Laughter.
“Well you’re one to talk with that fuckin’ spilled beer on your shirt!”
“Yeah, but I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, at least I know it’s there!”
“God damn it,” I stopped rubbing, “Did I get it?”
“Nope,” You said, still laughing. “Here, let me help you.”
You washed a paper towel and got the goddamn ranch off my face.
“You know,” I said, “with you staring at me, I was beginning to think that you thought I was cute.”
“Nope, just clueless, haha…There, all better.”
“Thanks.”
“You know,” you said, “we only told you that because we’re your friend. It’s like…if you had a booger on your face, you’d want someone to tell you.”
“Haha, yeah, I feel you.”
“But you might have been a little right, though.”
“About what.”
“Well…you can have ranch on your face and still be cute.”
“Oh really?” I dipped my finger in some ranch and put some on your face.
“The f-…HEY!!!”
“Yeah, I guess that is true.” I said, laughing
“Fuckin’ asshole!” Now it was you wiping the ranch off your face, embarrassed, but still laughing.
“Riley, get ready. Steph is here, we need to go.” Lauren said.
You turned to me,
“Hey, I gotta go, I’ll see you around…Michael, right?”
“Yeah, Michael. Riley, right?
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I’ll see ya. Nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you.”
And you were gone. I remember drinking my beer right after that thinking, ‘Jesus, man. That girl..”
