Miguel couldn't help but bask in his newfound excitement; finally, he now had something worth it, something that would distract and stress him today.
"This is the kind of stress I want,"
Miguel told himself. In fact, as things were going this morning, there might be nothing else he was going to do today than only chatting this cutie pie, he thought as he stopped in his tracks, moved over to the large marble milky pillars of the hallway, and leaned his weight against the cool stone.
He felt like he would explode if he didn't reply to that text as soon as possible. His room felt intentionally too far all of a sudden, a vast, unnecessary distance, and Miguel couldn't wait.
So, he flicked the screen on right there and then, with a composed yet frenzied motion, and without a tiny beat of time wasted, he clicked on the profile.
