We have to do what now? 12
"Riley, can I talk to you?" Wesley asked his crush.
"Sure," she smiled, sitting beside him on the park bench after he got off work.
"You know those Samurai Rangers?" he asked her.
"Of course," she nodded, "we were just talking about them yesterday."
"Well…" he drew a deep breath. He had been working up the will to tell her all day.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I…" he got to his feet and looked her in eye, "I am the Silver Ranger."
She was silent for a minute. Suddenly, she began to laugh.
"Oh, Wesley," she chucked, "I like to pretend sometimes too."
"No," he shook his head, "I am. Watch."
He pulled out his samuraizer and made his symbol. She gasped and stumbled backwards.
"Why…why didn't you tell me?" she asked, "this is so…oh, my! This is amazing!"
"Thanks," he demorphed, "do not tell anybody. So…are we…"
She responded by kissing him.
"We were before I knew," she whispered, "and we still are."
"You are amazing," he breathed.
Suddenly, his samuraizer beeped. He listened for a moment before hanging up.
"I have to go," he told her, "Emily is in danger."
"Who?"
"A friend. I'll be back."
But she tore after him.
"Riley, you.." he wasn't sure how to tell her she didn't need to come.
"I'll meet you there," excitment shown in her eyes, "I can tell you need a moment to morph again. See you there!"
She ran ahead, and he gulped. He was glad she was his…but how could he tell her that she couldn't tag along without breaking her heart?