Give Them The Sandwich (Reluctantly)

Curse me and my big stupid heart. She (they?) looks too damn badly in need. I wanted the whole sandwich too. I stand up and walk over to the androgynous person, and hold out the sandwhich. They look up at me with big, kitten-like even, eyes. Then, they nod softly and grab the the other half of the sandwich from my hands.

"Thank you." They say in a quiet voice.

I sigh, imagining all of the wonderful magic that could have gone down between me and my sandwich. The time we will never have together. I almost turn away, not even bothering a "your welcome" before a question comes to mind that I hadn't thought about asking before.

"What's your name?" I ask, trying my best to make it not sound like a pick up line.

"Danny." They say, swallowing another bite from my sandwhich.

I sigh. Well that's nice to know. I was kind of hoping that their name at least would give me more to work on in terms of discerning their gender, but I guess they might have picked that name because it's a bit ambiguous. Or maybe they were just born with the name. Meh. I helped someone. Shouldn't matter their gender, I suppose.

"Well, it's nice to meet you ,Danny." I smile. "If you're just around or you're hungry, you can always just ask me for something to eat. Or hang out. I'm normally right over here during lunch."

"I'll keep that in mind." Danny says. I can't make heads or tails of whether that meant I'm happy right here, creep or I'll seriously consider it. I return to the lunch table, and start up a conversation with Ethan. In truth, my mind is all over the place at the moment, though for some reason I keep drifting back to the comet.

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