Nervous Laughter

He knows he's done for the moment he sees her.

Wrapped in a towel, apologizing for walking in on him in the kitchen, flushed and embarrassed, hair a mess of curls, he's frozen.

"S'okay," he says, smiling, laughing really, at the sight of this flustered girl. His lips keep twitching, a nervous habit, and the laughs just keep coming. This girl will hate him by the end of the night, he worries.

She manages a weak nod and makes a direct beeline to what he guesses is her room.

"What's so funny, man?" asks Mitch, coming back from getting his jacket.

"I think I just embarrassed your sister," he answers, trying so hard not to burst out laughing, again.

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