Neither spoke of that afternoon to anyone. Words could not describe what had happened.
It was something even they could not really detect or explain, but it was there.
Under the fingertips, the warm tingle when her hand brushed his in the corridor.
Deep within her eyes, as their glances met across the classroom and held, gazing at one another; until they noticed this strange behaviour and turned away, embarrassed and confused.
The start of something wonderful. So small and young, it would grow and flourish into the most beautiful of all.
But not yet.