Question
Candace heard her phone buzz from her jacket pocket. Upon retrieving it she discovered the caller was none other than her biological brother.
"Yes, Phineas?" she said.
"Um, hi, Candace, I had a few, uh, questions," he stammered.
"Lay them on me."
Phineas took a deep breath before he spoke. "Well, um, it's just one question, I guess."
"Are you going to ask it or not?" Candace responded irritably.
"Oh, y-yeah, I will. Um-"
The young woman could almost feel him shifting nervously through the phone. "Phineas, what is it?"
"How do you make a girl like you?" the red-haired teen asked in a barely audible whisper.
Candace almost burst out laughing. "Do you want my honest advice?"
"Of course."
"Just be yourself, Phineas," she told him.
"Oh, okay then," he said, surprised by the simple answer.
Not that you have to worry, Candace thought as she smiled to herself, she already likes you.