Displaced Prince

I pause just a minute as I'm taking the ice trays out of the freezer. "Um, tomorrow night?" There's a little catch in my throat which I hope you don't hear. But it's nothing compared to the squeeing I'm doing inside. "Hmmmm, well, I think I'm free." Play it cool, Sam. It won't do to appear too eager. Oh, but don't play hard to get either, I hate those games. I break ice cubes into the glasses and pour in the tea, and finally look into your eyes with a smile as I hand you your drink. "Yeah, pizza, I think that would be fun." I take a big drink to hide the smile spreading across my face, but I'm sure you can still read it in my eyes.