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embarrassing.”
                    He
opens the book back up and looks at my sketch of him.   “You make me look a lot better than I
actually do.”
                    “Jeremy,
you are gorgeous.   Don’t act like you
don’t know that,” I snap playfully.
                    Raising
his eyebrow is the only response that I get.   “Can I have this?”
                    “What?   Why would you want it?”
                    “Because
you drew it, and it’s great,” Jeremy replies.
                    He
actually wants it?   “Sure, you can have
it.”
                    “Are
you sure?   You can always frame it and
put it up in your room and gaze at it every night when you go to bed.”   I burst out into giggles.   He gets a shocked look on his face.   “It’s not that funny.”
                    “Oh,
poor baby, I bet you already have girls pining away for you.   You don’t need another one.”
                    Getting
a devious grin, Jeremy says, “You can never have too many female fans.”
                    “Oh
geez,” I groan, looking away.
                    Suddenly,
the door opens.   I turn around to
look.   My heart drops.   I quickly turn around and look out the
window.   Really, why does this always
happen to me?   I can see Jeremy staring
at me.   He looks at the people that just
walked in and then back at me.   “Isn’t
that the guy from yesterday?” He asks.
                    “Yes,”
I hiss quietly.   “His name is Eric.”
                    “Why
are we whispering?” Jeremy asks, leaning forward.
                    “Because,”
I reply harshly, “I don’t want him to notice that I am here.”
                    Jeremy
gets a dumbfounded look on his face.   Suddenly, his eyes hone in on me.   “You like him, don’t you?”
                    “Shut
up!” I exclaim.   Okay, that may have been
too loud, because Eric looks over at us.   Oh, I am going to die now.
                    Trying
not to laugh, Jeremy softly says, “Just act normal, or you are going to make it
really obvious.”
                    “That
is easier said than done,” I retort.   “I
can’t function when he is around.”
                     Getting up, Jeremy slides into
the booth next to me.   I scoot over.   “Here, this way you don’t even have to see
him.”
                    “Thank
you,” I sigh.
                    “Why
don’t you talk to him?” Jeremy asks.
                    With
a groan, I reply, “I have.   He doesn’t
usually respond.”
                    “Well,
that’s kind of a jerky thing to do, and you like this guy?”
                    I
can feel my face heat up.   “Yes, don’t
ask me why, but I do.”
                    “We
have a new goal then,” Jeremy snickers.   He leans back and puts his arm around me.
                    “What
are you doing?”
                    Jeremy
smiles, “Getting him to notice you.”
                    “I
don’t want that,” I moan.
                    Leaning
over he says, “Yes, you do.   Trust me on
this.”   Against my better judgment, I let
my eyes wander over to Eric.   He is
staring right at us.   I quickly look
away.   “You need to
relax,” Jeremy chuckles.
                    “Shut…up!”   Jeremy
reaches over the table and grabs my sketchbook.   “Please put that away,” I snap.
                    “Seriously?   He is
going to see from all the way across the restaurant?   R-E-L-A-X.”   He opens the sketch book to the
beginning.   “You are great at portraits.   I