@heyjomachin is doing a thing on
Here’s my try…
#meetcuteJanuary #amwriting #romance
I rolled past the stop sign, my eye on the parking spot across the street and didn’t notice the guy jaywalking.
Surprised green eyes flashed and a red plaid sleeve slapped the hood of my Jeep. Those green eyes narrowed, his mouth rounded. “You.”
I rolled down my window. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
Quinton James, my chem TA from last semester, stalked to the window. He didn’t like me. Maybe because I created mass every lab. I know that’s impossible, but I did it.
“Ms. Simms.” His eyebrow arched. At first I’d liked the way his eyebrow quirked and framed those bright green eyes. Then I realized it was his “you’re driving me nuts” look. I hated he was always cold with me, but so nice, and funny with the other students. Not cold. Frustratingly polite.
Still, I aced the final and passed the lab. I understood the material… I just created mass.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect a jaywalker.”
He growled and rubbed his knee.
I smiled brightly. “Do you want a lift?”
“You rolled through the stop sign.”
“And you jaywalked. So, is that a no to the ride?”
He shook his head and then smiled. It was a really nice smile. One I’d never seen before. “Yeah. Drop me at the library?” He walked around the jeep, long limbs and wide shoulders. A swimmer’s body. He opened the door and slid into my car. “You know I was hoping to run into you… just not so violently.” A smile played at his lips.
“I thought you hated me.”
“Naaah.”
I turned onto University Ave. “Really? Because I remember a lot of stink-eye whenever I asked a question.” I parked in front of the library.
He faced me, his warm smile sparked a funny sensation in my stomach. “It was the creation of mass that baffled me. And the thing is Simms, I can’t date my students.”
“No?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“And you, the jaywalker, are a rule follower?”
“Yeah. Usually.” He arched an eyebrow, but this time with a smile. “So, since you’re not in my lab this semester, maybe we could grab a coffee?”
“That would be safer than a hit and run.”
“Totally worth it, though.” He winked, slammed the door and sauntered toward the library.