Fifth day of real life university (I talked to a cute boy).
Today started off rather well, despite the fact that I had class from 8AM to 5PM—admittedly, quite a tiring stretch. I hadn't originally intended to write tonight; I'm exhausted, and it's already getting late. Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, which brings some relief.
The only reason I'm writing now is simple: I spoke to a cute boy today.
It wasn't a deep or particularly long conversation—just a few short exchanges—but it was enough to leave an impression. This afternoon, we had a sort of pre-exam where we were instructed to take apart a computer and then put it back together. I don't recall if I've mentioned him before—on my very first day, he gave me a peace sign as I walked into class. He struck me then as laid-back and chill. I didn't think too much of it at the time and carried on with life, as most people do.
Not long after, I remember offering some Doritos to a few classmates, him included, in an attempt to start a conversation. Everyone politely declined, and I ended up feeling a little embarrassed. I never tried again.
But today, we spoke just a bit more. While putting the computer back together, he helped me out here and there. It wasn't anything major, but still—those small moments stood out. Class ran from 1PM to 5PM, and during that time, I began to notice something about him. His face was undeniably cute, and his eyes—light hazel—stood out in a gentle way. I didn't look too long, of course, but his energy felt calm. Reassuring, even.
Now, I find myself hoping to talk to him more. But the weekend is here, and I won't see him again until Monday. I don't quite know how to describe this feeling. It's not quite a crush, but I can sense that he could become someone meaningful to me, very quickly.