“Is it a date or more of a friend-thing?” I look at Matt in the mirror. He’s got his lips pulled into his mouth, a concentrated look on his face as he nods along to the quieted song playing from the radio. A piece of his bun has fallen out on the back of his neck, and it has a soft curl to it. He taps the steering wheel, his rhythm totally off, and I feel a smile spread across my face. The feeling in my chest is similar to a too-tight hug. Comforting but also a little painful. It’s a familiar ache that is present whenever I’m around him but has only grown heavier these past two days. And I
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