September 7th
I couldn't stop thinking about Jack all day Sunday. I kept replaying our conversation from Saturday, wondering if he was really interested in me.
As I lay in bed that night, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Jack's name on the screen.
"Hey, Emma," the message read. "I had a great time on Saturday. Want to grab dinner or see a movie sometime this week?"
I felt a rush of excitement as I read the message. Was Jack really asking me out on a date?
I tried to play it cool, typing out a casual response. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. What did you have in mind?"
As I waited for Jack's response, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What would happen on our next outing? And was Jack really feeling the same way about me?