One Question

You nod before standing there in silence for a bit. When it came to you and Isabella, she would be the one to initiate a conversation or change a topic often. Now in one of the rare times, you have to keep the flow going. "So, you feeling okay? Everything's all good with you?" More questions could've came out of your mouth, but you did not want to overwhelm her. Once again, it's one of those gut instincts.

"Of course! The professor looked like he had more wrinkles than before!" Isabella, as if out of nowhere, returns to her normal self. Such an enigmatic individual. You have almost no idea why she brought up the professor's forehead, but you decide to play along.

"I couldn't tell." You admit, stifling a chuckle. Seeing the smile on her face, even if it's a small one, makes you smile a bit too. "He was too busy making me feel tired with his robotic voice." Isabella lets out a small laugh at that, as if she agrees.

The two of you continue to chat for a little while longer, letting time pass by and their minds forgetting they were still in a classroom. "All right, I really want to get home and bring the stuff for the pool. I'll see you soon then."

"Same here!" From there, you and Isabella say goodbye before you head down to the parking lot first. You could not contain your excitement, to the point you don't notice Isabella from a distance, also walking to the parking lot.

Now to drive home and grab your stuff. At this point, there's no turning back or changing your mind.