we went out for coffee last night, just the two of us. she didn't mention inviting anyone else...i didn't ask. we wanted to be together, alone.

we sat in my car with our drinks and talked for two hours about absolutely everything. it was finally time to go home...

...my car battery died.

i was trapped in a car with *her* for two more hours while we waited for my dad to get home from work and come help us start the car.

for some reason i always embarrass myself in front of her...but i'm actually glad it happened...it was an excuse for two more hours of talking. we tell each other everything...except the one, really really significant thing that was leave in endless subtext. the flirtation. it's coming from both sides, i know it. i just don't know if she's flirting for fun, or if she really does like me.