Isabella's grin doesn't waver as Phineas walks her home from the high school.
"So," Phineas says with a playful smirk as they approach her house, "basketball. New favorite sport?"
Isabella giggles, recalling the palpable energy of the gymnasium, the frantic cries of the bustling crowd, and the feel of Phineas' lips on hers following the excitement of the basketball team's victory.
She blushes in spite of herself, nods more shyly than she'd intended, and is kissed for the second time that evening following her all-too-honest response of,
"I think yes."