That’s right, kids, cute urgent care diary-writing sprained-wrist fell-unconscious girl is back.

Here’s what went down. One of my roommates at that college I go to that I’m not going to tell you the name of has a best friend … Jefferson (not her real name, obvi) who works at this super nice, old-school restaurant downtown. She’s been really down lately—my roommate, not Jefferson—and she apparently loves the soup from this place so I thought I’d go down there and see if Jefferson would be willing to slip a girl some, you know?

And guess who was there? Guess who works there? In the kitchen? Making food? Like some sort of beautiful cooking angel??

Well, I’m not going to tell you her real name, of course. But I’ll call her Daisy.

le sigh.

Daisy.

(I’m saying her real name in my head)

The mystery is solved!! And yes, she is as cute as I remembered. It was raining cats and dogs today and she came into the restaurant totally soaked. Which sucks—I hate when that happens, walking around in wet jeans is the w o r s t—but she just stood there right inside the doorway and did this full-body shake to get the water off and it was truly the most endearing thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when she noticed I was there and got totally red faced and stutter-y and stuck out her dripping hand when Jefferson introduced us.

We shook hands—her arm still in a brace and mine in a hard cast and ohmygod, it was a total 2005-P&P-meaningful-hand-touch kind of handshake. She was so gentle and wide-eyed—I’ve never had anyone treat me like that. Like I’m delicate, like I’m some kind of rare and beautiful creature that needs to be approached with reverence for fear of ruining something so perfect.

Okay, I realize I sound e x t r e m e l y up on myself, but I’m telling you, that’s how she was looking at me. I laughed and made some quip about my cast and missing skateboarding and she blushed, for some reason, impossibly more, and then we were just kind of awkwardly grinning at each other, hearts in our eyes, like I live in the sappiest K-Drama ever. Jefferson legit cleared her throat. That’s how obvious we were.

I know you all are on absolute tenterhooks now, wondering what’s going to happen next, but I have to be across campus in ten minutes for my creative writing seminar, so I’m going to leave you hanging. Which, if you read my fic, you know is my modus operandi.

Laterz.

SEPTEMBER 5TH, 2016

Okay, so as I was writing the last entry, I fell asleep. Again. Which is now the second time I’ve quite literally swooned just thinking about how cute Emily is.