There’s absolutely no anxiety.

None, whatsoever.

Definitely no giddy anticipation.
Not the slightest bit of pacing.

I haven’t checked the clock—
  four times, (in the last minute)

  nor rehearsed a perfectly casual way to say: “Hey, Mari”

My heart rate?
Completely normal.

And this grin—
  the one that keeps sneaking out
  whenever I picture your face?

  Pure coincidence.

Everything is completely and _utterly_ calm here.

Really.