100 Word Story

He was sure; about himself that is. But did she realise? She'd sort of given a few clues. But then on the other hand...And he certainly didn’t want to come across as too keen. Although, why not? Bit uncool? Mmm. She might say no. Mmm. Love. Mmm. Love. He stared at the page: this really wasn’t helping his writing, was it? He had to do something. He could drop by at the café: she often wrote there. 234 words. This really wasn’t helping his writing.  He stood and stretched: he really must raise his writing desk an inch or two.