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Matt keeps his eyes on me, intently focused, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Does the fact that I went out with someone he used to know change things? I turn around in my chair to face my desk, trying not to think about that because it doesn’t matter anyways. We’re not dating.
“Anyways, this is my main setup here,” I say, flipping open my laptop. “I record most of my stuff on my iPhone or my laptop and use editing software to edit the videos.”
I open a folder of older videos I have saved and open the editing program. I’m not exactly sure what I should show him or if he knows how the software works. As I open a past video, I hear a click and turn around to see him browsing one of my book shelves, holding a Trigun figure.
“Vash the Stampede.” He smiles. “Nice.”
“He was my favorite before I discovered Spike and Cowboy Bebop.”
“Good choice.” He looks over at me, before perusing the books lining my shelf. “Wow, a bit of a Marvel fan, are we?”
“Hey, I saw your books. You’ve got just as many.”
“True.” He moves across the room. “Okay, you’ve got me beat when it comes to being a Whovian.”
I follow him over to the shelf I have lined with different Doctor Who collectibles.
“That’s right; you didn’t have much Doctor Who stuff. Not a fan?”
“I like the show, but haven’t really watched the old stuff. Just the new ones when it started back up.”
“Are you caught up?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then, favorite Doctor?”
He flashes that smile again and as if on cue, the warmth spreads inside. Stop it, Izzy.
“Eleven. Definitely Eleven.”
“What?” I scoff.
“Don’t tell me; you’re Ten?”
“Of course.” I walk over and grab my figure of David Tenant in his Doctor Who pinstripe suit, wearing 3D glasses. “Ten is the best.”
“No way, Matt Smith is awesome. Geronimo!” he yells, making me laugh.
“You just like him because you guys have the same name.” I giggle. “Eleven was good, but Ten will always be my Doctor.”
“Fair enough.”
I put the figure back down as Matt keeps his eyes on me. I should take a step back, but as I lean forward, my arm brushes against his and a current zips through me. My body betrays me as I look back up at him again, finding his lips. Why do I keep staring at his lips? Oh, that’s right, because they felt amazing on mine. He leans closer and my body freezes. I want to take a step back, but I also want to take a step forward.
“Pizza’s here!” I hear my dad call from the front of the house, but Matt stays locked where he is.
“We should probably go out,” I finally eek out only to see Matt smile and raise his brow. “I mean eat. We should probably go eat.”
“Okay,” Matt agrees with a half-smile.
“So, Matt, school’s almost finished. What do you plan on doing?” I’ve seen Dad give guys the third degree, but his tone is friendly, which keeps me from getting too nervous. Matt seems more comfortable than I thought he’d be as well.
“Um, I’m not exactly sure.”
“Really?” I perk up. “No future in politics?” I laugh, as my dad gives me a confused look. “He’s the class president, Daddy.”
“Oh, really?”
