He asked me to be his plus one. I said yes before he finished the sentence.

He stopped by my desk on a Thursday.

Hands in his pockets.

That thing he does when he's nervous.

He said I know this is weird but.

I said yes.

He blinked.

I haven't finished the question.

I don't care. Yes.

He laughed.

It was a wedding. His college roommate.

He needed a plus one.

I'd spoken to him maybe twelve times total.

All at the coffee machine.

But I'd memorized the way he stirs.

Clockwise. Always clockwise. Three taps on the rim.

I said yes because I'd been waiting for him to ask me anything.

He said I'll pick you up at five on Saturday.

I said I'll be ready at four.

He smiled.

The kind of smile that starts slow and finishes in his eyes.

I said yes before the question ended because I'd been answering him in my head for months.