Ever since my last visit to the fire station, I’d gotten really interested in this stuff—watched tons of videos, read up on it, and somehow picked it up.
He handed me a small fire extinguisher, but just as I was about to pull the safety pin, he suddenly stepped closer, his arm loosely around me.
I froze, my breath catching, every muscle tensing up. But all he did was guide me through the process while explaining the extinguisher to the rest of the group.
His voice was low and smooth, right by my ear.
Despite the air conditioning, I broke into a sweat.
In the end, I managed to help with the demonstration and even earned myself a little red flower.
After the training ended and everyone else had left, I stayed behind, not ready to go just yet.
I watched Nathan chat with his fellow firefighters, and suddenly, his deep, dark eyes found mine.
My heart jumped as he started walking toward me.
I froze, unsure if I should stand up or stay seated.
“Thanks for helping out earlier,” he said with a smile that made his eyes light up.
“Uh, no problem,” I stammered, feeling a little flustered. Then, before I could overthink it, I asked, “Do you have time? I could show you around the campus.”