My heart is racing.

So lately, I've been "bumping" into (I don't even know if that's what you can call it.) this on random dude. Now I'm pretty sure this has all been coincidental or whatever but at the same time it feels exciting and adventurous. Eh, I probably sound like a dork. I don't even know the guy like that. I just know I've seen him a lot at school and in fast food restaurants wherever there is WiFi.. with his laptop.. and then out of the blue, when I thought my job could not get any more boring, he shows up. . . and for some reason my heart starts thumping as fast as the little guy can pump. haha. It's funny because I don't even know him that well we are not even in the same classes. or same program.. I've been trying to gain the courage to speak to him.. but I suck. Today, I saw him again.. and he spoke to me. dun dun dun. I tried to talk back smoothly.. and he thought I was from his origin I guess he was disappointed..

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