"If I asked it of you... would you leave with me?"
She looked up from her paper. Of course. She had banished all her tender ideas and feelings, and then the boy had to show up and say something romantic. She stood up, sighing.
"Would it be such a good idea? It is late and I am tired."
He walked forward, and she suddenly felt very cramped.
"I think-" he placed his hand over hers "you should consider it."
Her heart skipped a beat. "But-"
He looked at her, his light hair falling over his eyes. His shirt was a mess and his shoes did not match.
"Would you?" He asked.
"Yes." she said, voice barely above a whisper.
She looked up from her paper. Of course. She had banished all her tender ideas and feelings, and then the boy had to show up and say something romantic. She stood up, sighing.
"Would it be such a good idea? It is late and I am tired."
He walked forward, and she suddenly felt very cramped.
"I think-" he placed his hand over hers "you should consider it."
Her heart skipped a beat. "But-"
He looked at her, his light hair falling over his eyes. His shirt was a mess and his shoes did not match.
"Would you?" He asked.
"Yes." she said, voice barely above a whisper.
