You're in my Spot 5

Mom had made me her favorite, a dark roast blend with just a hint of hazelnut. I was halfway through the cup when I heard a soft knock at my door. Before I could say come in it opened and Cassie poked her head inside. I sat my cup down on the nightstand and stared at her blankly.

"Can we talk?" she asked rather timidly.

"Sure," I replied with a touch of trepidation.

Hesitantly she stepped into my room and softly closed the door behind her before shuffling over to stand in front of me. She was still wearing the blue shirt and it was obvious she was nervous.

"I was wondering..." she began then stopped.

"Yes?" I prodded.

Looking around the room she appeared to be trying to make up her mind about something. When she sat on my bed next to me I started to get a little worried, Cassie wasn't one to beat around the bush. I waited patiently while she sat there with her hands in her lap wringing them together like she was applying lotion or something on them.

"I was wondering if you would do so