Are you ready for the thing called love?

Don’t come from me and you, it comes from up above

I ain’t no porcupine, take off your kid gloves

Are you ready for it?

Under the light of the hallway, her hair shines gold and red and honey. 

“I had a really great time tonight.  I thought it was going to be…”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t.  Was it?  Was it weird for you?”

“Not at all.  I was nervous, though.”

“Really?  You didn’t seem nervous.”

“Yeah?  You did.”

“What?  Okay, maybe a little.”

“I’m really nervous now.  Wait…is nervous the right word?”

“Awkward is the right word.”

“Oh, thank you, Pam.  Thanks for that.”

“Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, yeah…well, no.  I’m not sure.”

“I can make coffee or something.”

“Coffee at 11:30?  Are you trying to keep me up all night, Beesly?”

“Maybe.”

“Wow.  You think I’m that easy?  This is our first date!”

“No, Jim, it’s the third date.  You were kind of my date at the Dundies, and then the roof thing…”

“I thought you said…”

“Well, I kind of lied about that.  It felt like a date.”

“Yeah.”

“So, third date.”

“I’d really, really love a cup of coffee.”