Years later
Sweaty palms as he reached the door, (raise your hand) and pressed the doorbell. (Oh hi. she says). They walk together, in silence. He watches her from the corner of his eyes, and for one second he sees her past self, (short blonde, pug-nosed crybaby) superimposed onto the girl he barely recognizes. How had she changed so much without him knowing? Ah. Girls' secret of course. Never let anyone know you grew up.
They walk in silence. And perhaps by they time they reach her house, he'll be holding her hand.