“Glasses!” she calls from the end of the hallway.
He almost trips on his own foot in a poor attempt to run away.
She catches up to him anyway and casually swings an arm around his shoulders. “Hey!”
“H-Hey yourself.” He chokes on his heartbeat when she pouts and pulls him closer to her side.
“You missed lunch with me. I waited…”
“I was at the library, finishing up on s-stuffs,” he stammers.
“But you’ll walk me home later, yes?”
“We can ride my bike…” His blush is unbidden.
“Okay.” And so is hers. “But I’m driving.”