“Hey, Donald, you’ve been pretty quiet this whole stroll. What’s wrong?” Lisa asked, her arm wrapped firmly in Donald’s.

Donald looked down at the angel cuddled up to his arm. How could he ever keep anything from her? “I’m sorry,” he said, “It’s just that I’m not used to making such a fool of myself. I don’t want to mess things up with you any more than I already have. Believe it or not, I’m usually pretty smooth.”

“Just tell me whatever you’re thinking about.”

“Okay, if you really want to know. I can’t stop thinking about you. Looking into your eyes is like watching the endless sea surrounded by the starless night of your hair. I could watch forever. You’re so enchanting that I get tongue tied looking at you. Dopey, I know. The other guys on my football team would sure think so.”

“Would it help if I went like this, Mr. Sauve?” Lisa asked, scrunching her face up into a monster pose.

“A little, and please, call me Donny.”