“I love you” she said, but she gasps after she realises she has just said that out loud.
“Thats, um, nice” He said, his smile fading into a look of guilt.
“Wait don’t you love me? I mean, what about the flowers? And the holding hands?”
“Well I was just being friendly, I didn’t know, that you would think we were, you know, going out…”
“Why wouldn’t I think we were going out?” She tries to hold back the tears that are flooding her eyes.
“Well, I mean, I like you, but, oh, I’ll just tell you the truth.”
“Yeah some truth would be nice!”
TO BE CONTINUED