["This." She laughs, cheeks warming. It reminds her of being five years old again; the idea of "cooties," and crushes being something otherworldly, for grown ups--something to be hidden. She doesn't disagree, though.
She thinks it's perfect.]
You said it.
[She puts her plate down over his, taking his example.]
. . . But you know, it doesn't feel all that different.
[Yet. The tone in her voice and the smile on her face suggest that this doesn't really bother her, though she wonders if she's doing something wrong already.]
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She thinks it's perfect.]
You said it.
[She puts her plate down over his, taking his example.]
. . . But you know, it doesn't feel all that different.
[Yet. The tone in her voice and the smile on her face suggest that this doesn't really bother her, though she wonders if she's doing something wrong already.]