Kennedy stared at Titus from across the table, her heart beating wildly when they made eye contact for what seemed to be the millionth time that night. She looked away almost immediately, her face morphing into a bright red color opposed to its natural pale tone. “So, what do you think,” she asked, crossing her arms and laying them against her chest. Titus studied the small letter once more, taking in every little detail from the hearts above every ‘i’ to the way Kennedy’s cursive handwriting turned into plain writing in the middle of a sentence sometimes before going back on track as if the girl had noticed she wasn’t paying attention to the way she was writing.

“It’s a nice letter Ken,” the nickname rolled off of his tongue easily, causing the girl to blush once more. Titus cracked his knuckles after handing the note back to Kennedy, watching as she grinned before pushing it back into her bag. “I don’t believe that love is such a good thing, you know. Your letter only points out the good things about it, as if there is no bad in the idea.”

Kennedy stared down at the table, pursing her lips as what seemed like a stampede ran through her stomach. Her hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly while resting on her lap before rubbing themselves on her pants to rid them of the sweat that had formed. “I think love is meant to focus on the good, Titus,” her voice was steady, but her eyes never met his when she looked up, instead focusing on the patch that was sewn onto the left pocket of his jacket.

Titus looked down at his own hands that were resting on top of the table they sat at, his brows pulled together as he did so. After a minute of screaming silence, he decided to change the topic of conversation, immediately noticing the smile that returned to his best friend’s face as he did so.