Yesterday we started a new quarter at school, so that means new classes. One of my classes only has twelve students. It's an engineering class where we get to machine and design parts on lathes and mills and CNCs. So naturally, I'm one of only two girls in the class.
I assumed that's why I kept catching him stare at me in class yesterday. Or maybe he was catching me stare at him, because my god he has the deepest brown eyes and most endearing smile I've ever seen. But then today in class was the same thing.
Then after class today I began working on our first project, where we use big machines to carve steel. He happened to have the same idea, so it was just us in the machine shop, working on the machines next to each other. Still he kept staring, and I figured it was because I looked ridiculous. This short blonde girl with painted nails and bright red lipstick, covered in grease, sweat, and steel shavings...and loving it.
I finally broke the ice to ask him for help; I wasn't strong enough to loosen a bolt on the mahine. We joked around after that, helping each other out and making the best of the tedious work.
But I swear my heart stopped. I was struggling to guide the machine to get a smooth cut, so he came over to help. But instead of just demonstrating or explaining, he held my hand over the control and helped me turn the knob at just the right rate. It was cheesy and lame and nerdy all at once, and I think I fell in love in that moment.
I can't wait for class tomorrow.
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