Daniele-Personal Narrative

"Natalie," Daniel said nudging me. I opened my eyes, stretching my arms out. Daniel walked over to the side of my bed and sat a tray in front of me. The smell of crispy bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs and toast opened up my senses. I found my fork, and took a bite of the breakfast he had made me. I looked up at him and smiled. What had I done to deserve to be so spoiled?

"Thank you," I said.

"You’re very welcome," he replied. Daniel crawled into the bed beside me. I appreciated all the little things he did for me. He never had to put effort into being romantic. It had been an ongoing thing since the night he asked me out. The day I met Daniel made me feel like a teenage girl all over again. I had butterflies fluttering in my chest the whole night for the first time since I broke up with Scott. I recalled what it felt like to attention only on me. Just the thought of that night made that, warm, fluttering feeling return in my chest.

It had been nine months since the break up and it was the night of my father's company party. He told me to get off the couch, stop moping and get out of the house. After a bunch of pestering, I agreed to go. The first part of the afternoon, I sat near the punch bowl, while my parents watched Breelyn. The more the day dragged by, the more I hated it. I wanted to go home.

While looking for my parents so Breelyn and I could go home, I caught Daniel’s eye. He was sitting with a group of others; one of them, I found out later, was his father, a coworker of my dad’s. From a first glance, he had looked bored as well. He played with his glass. He turned his head and peered over me. Our eyes locked, and he smiled but turned away. After we exchanged a few more glances, I winked at him. His cheeks flushed a deep red. I adverted my eyes, got up, and went to get some more punch. I didn’t want to end up looking like a ripe tomato. A few minutes later, he approached