Burnt Popcorn
The wafting scent of burnt popcorn seeped under her dorm room door and into the hallway, infecting other rooms. She cursed under her breath as she tried to pick out the most well-done pieces. It was her last bag and she wasn't about to throw it all away. Jenny sat back at her messy desk and tried to remember which class had the most homework. All of them it seemed. Would she ever dig her way out of the mountain of essays, research papers, speeches, projects and labs? She wanted to be a doctor, but this school stuff is not what her youthful dreams were made of. She was so lost in her next assignment, she nearly missed the knock at the door.
He knew she had to be home. Only she could burn popcorn like that. He smelled it creeping under his door as he put the finishing touches on tomorrow's debate club topic. Perhaps he would change his argument to prove that the stench of burnt popcorn is actually an aphrodisiac. It certainly brought him straight to her door, though he was tempted to plug his nose.
Frazzled, she threw open the door and glared at him. Rob's green eyes smiled back at her ponytailed hair and pajama clad body. She was so cute when she didn't try.
"What do you want? I'm really busy." She growled at him. His grin irritating her more than the knocking.
"You're stinking up the place again with your excellent cooking." His Southern drawl full of sarcasm.
"It was an accident." She defended.
"Glad to know you didn't do that on purpose." He smiled down at her.
"Did you come here to make fun of me or do you have a purpose?" She shot back.
"I wanted to wish you good night." He offered.
Stung, she bit her lip. "Thank you." Her eyes not reaching his. His hand gently touched her face.
"Sweet dreams." He turned and walked back to his room, work still to do. She watched him walk away. The click of his door opened the last lock on her heart. She knew she loved him.
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