You hadn't really talked to each other for most of the week. You refused to acknowledge Newt's feelings in your mind, afraid of what those feelings made you feel. You tried to continue with things as they were before but you couldn't.

James no longer cut it for you. Suddenly, he no longer seemed...quite enough, quite as much as he had been before. Suddenly his blue eyes seemed gray, not quite birght compared to seafoam blue green.

His mannerisms were strict and stiff and professional and utterly boring. He worked a boring office job that didn't excite him or you as he droned on about it. He lacked passion. He spoke with little empathy for people and as he stepped over people who needed help. You couldn't pull your mind away from the man who loved his job so much that his eyes sparkled and he was fun and passionate and compassionate and he made everything, even just outings to the city, adventures. He was kind and compassionate and suddenly, as the possibility of him presented itself, your heart latched on and you couldn't get him out of your heart, out of your head. You couldn't help but compare and think that James fell short.

As you dressed for your date, a week later, Newt came out his room reluctantly. His eyes melted when he saw you.

"You look so beautiful." He breathed.

"Thank you." You said, as you left.

"Too beautiful for him." Newt said as you closed the door.

You could tell as soon as you got to the restaurant that it wasn't there. All you felt was...nothing, when you thought of James. You tried to muster excitement or connection, but all you felt was a pull in the opposite direction, at home, to the person that was waiting for you there.