Flustered and Confused

Looking down at the table, she shook her head. "I don't...I don't get what you're doing. You...you keep being so nice to me and I don't get it." Gaz confessed. I was a little surprised she came out and said it. Maybe she was getting more comfortable around me? Well, that was a good thing, of course.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well...like I said, you looked like you needed help getting the game...and honestly, you're very pretty," I admitted. I hoped I wasn't sounding like I had gotten her the game and shit just because I wanted to fuck her. I mean, it wasn't far from the truth, but it wasn't the narrative I was trying to establish.

Gaz slapped her hands on the table before throwing her arms up in the air. "There, you did it again!" she exclaimed, as if she caught me doing something I was told not to do. "When you say things like that, my face gets all hot and I don't....I don't know what..." she trailed off, looking down again.

Seeing that she had calmed down somewhat, I decided it was okay to say something now. "Is it really so weird for someone to think you're pretty?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "...I dunno..." she mumbled in reply. "...maybe..." I shrugged. "Guess I'm weird then. Is that a problem?"

"No, I like weird guys...I mean, I...I don't mind people being weird," Gaz said, cheeks flaring again. "...I...I don't want to be here anymore. ...it feels like everyone is staring at me." To be fair, the lady up front had been staring. Probably worried that Gaz might be dangerous or something. There may have been others looking from when she slammed her hands on the table.

Sighing, I nodded. "If you're not comfortable, I understand. You live close to here? I could walk you home," I offered. ...did she actually have a home? If she did, then I was stunned that she hadn't cost more. It was already surprising that she had money earlier. ...hope she had a phone so we could...

"No! I mean...I...uh...I just..." she stammered before fumbling in her hoodie and pulling out the game. "Do you want to play this with me? I mean, I know it's not two player and...I just...I..." Ah. I smiled. "Sure," I replied. "We can play it at my place, if that's okay." Her amber eyes nearly sparkled at that before they went back to her normal squint. I had said the right thing there.

Back on the bus, Gaz was fidgeting even more than before. She wasn't just nervous anymore. She was excited. I doubted she even knew why it meant so much to her that she was coming to my house. Her ignorance on why didn't seem to make her any less happy about it. It was fucking ADORABLE. A few minutes later, we were back on the street we had started from.

I thought about holding her hand as we walked to my place, but decided against it. I was enjoying her nervous excitement too much to ruin it. If I grabbed her hand, chances are she would become withdrawn again. That could be cute too, but I had seen enough of it for today.

As I started up my drive-way, I noticed she was hanging back. I turned to see her glancing around, looking at the street signs, the house number on my mailbox...I realized she was memorizing the location. "Coming?" I asked, playfully. Snapping out of it, Gaz nodded and quickly followed. I unlocked the door and we stepped inside.