Productivity

I've been accomplishing what feels like a lot in very short time spans lately. Either I've done a lot more latent thinking that I realized, or my plan for chapter two isn't nearly as well thought out as it appears. Writing should reveal all.

Odin tends to work at the University. I go back and forth, but when I'm really working, I'm at home staring out my window and allowing my books to sprawl all over the room, sometimes the entire flat. After my summer of laziness, however, a change of scene didn't seem amiss and Odin's presence in the department, with the promise of lunch together has lured me out of my nest.

Today, he wandered over to my desk a little after one. After slightly awkward conversation, we walked off, me for coffee since I'd not properly planned things and had brought in my sandwich today, him for lunch. He apologized profusely and despit my inner shudder as I hate that my face turns red at the slightest awkwardness, I was secretly pleased. There is something comforting about his willingness to admit that sometimes this getting to know each other things is hard.

Then, it happened again. I decided to make my way home about three since my work days are notoriously short and erractic. He'd left his desk so i scribbled some imbecilic note and left, heavy bag and armload of books accompanying me. I met him outside, coming back from the library and went through the mental machinations of trying to disguise my smile at not having missed him. We talked. Gossipped some. At one point, he mistakenly mentioned that I might be teaching for a particular member of staff that I've requested to not teach for and then back tracked endlessly, assuring me that he does listen to me. But how does one say, 'I know, its obvious you listen', without it sounding strange?

Then he kissed me goodbye. A small, casual kiss. Completely innocuous except that anyone could have walked by. Apparently he isn't concerned that people might realize; realize what? I have no idea, but most people I've dated have been anxious to keep the situation to themselves. Of course, while I was processing all of this, I was forgetting that his lips are incredibly soft. I had plenty of time to reflect upon that on the bus ride home, my head lolling against the window and that uncontainable smile running free across my face.