“Huh.” His foot bumps against mine under the table. It seems to be an accident; except he doesn’t pull back. No, he leaves his foot touching mine while we continue to eat. “What else?” That’s how we pass the rest of dinner, me telling Theo random trivia, our feet touching under the table. The one thing I don’t tell him is that if I’m supposed to stop crushing on him, he’s going to have to stop being so…Theo.
