Vernon sat on the rocks in the cave, looking at the sunlight beaming through the rock ceiling, sitting next to Franke, inching his hand ever closer to hers, while she did the same. The sunlight reminded him of a story, about the sun. It was about how big the sun was, and how you couldn't touch the sun. Vernon knew this because the story said the sun was hot.
Franke, meanwhile, looked intently at Vernon, who still ignored her. She didn't care, she liked the lack of attention more and more. It seemed much more dramatic if he liked her back. But they had come to Make Out Cave, it was obvious that he did.
Vernon still wasn't paying attention. He was paying more attention to the rocks. He had heard all sorts of things about rocks, too. Franke only wondered what silly, stupid story he was thinking of. Suddenly, Vernon turned to her. She tried to contain her boundless excitement. He brought his face close to hers. He smiled, and clutched the bottom of her chin. Franke grinned at him.
Vernon said, in his deep, slow voice, "Wanna play some hackey sack?"
Franke got up and walked away. Courting the most dull person alive was a harder task than she expected.