The person to either blame or thank for this euphoria was Katie. She had fixed him. She saw in him what he wanted someone to see in him. The fact that a living breathing human being could do that, the very idea that he didn’t have to rely on his own hopes alone, was almost too much for his mind to take. The sense of happiness felt physical.
He stepped across the street, feeling like he was superman, taking it in a single bound. The cars that went past seemed to somehow melt around him. The drivers, in their stuffy little boxes, were oblivious of his joy and he was only vaguely aware of them.
It had been a good first date.