You decide that although Kate is clearly throwing herself at you, you don’t want to be to presumptuous. So, with the coffee brewing, you take a seat on the couch.
“Hey Kate, I’m sitting here on the couch, but I’m not looking, I promise.”
“Oh… good… that’s very polite of you. I do hate the idea of being spied on… I guess I’ll be out in a minute.”
You sit, alternately twiddling your thumbs and watching the coffee pot fill up. You don’t hear anything from Kate’s room for a while, so after about five or six minutes pass, and the coffee is almost done, you turn around and take a look in to Kate’s room. You were nervous that you’d end up peeking in on Kate as she was changing, even after you’d promised that you wouldn’t. However, what you see is Kate sitting on the edge of her bed fully dressed and texting back and forth with someone.
“Uhh… hey Kate, I think the coffee is done, should we head back to the library?”
“Sure, yeah, could you put the coffee in the thermos? Then let’s head back.”
The two of you walk back to the library together. Neither of you talks much, and although there is clearly some awkwardness, you’re not quite sure you understand why. Once you get to the library Kate settles back in to studying and the slight awkwardness persists through the rest of the afternoon. By the time Kate and Meryl are done studying you feel like you missed an opportunity and going to the bar would just be weird.
You put the book you were reading back on the shelf, make an excuse about wanting to look for something upstairs in the biography section, take your stuff and walk off to seek more successful pursuits elsewhere.
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