“It’s nice of you to walk me home,” she said, smiling shyly at him as they cut across the field.
The sun cast a soft glow on her face with its large brown eyes which seemed to dance every time she looked at him, making his heart skip a beat. She was the prettiest girl he knew. It was an honor to walk her home.
He smiled. “It’s the least I could do. You’ve been helping me with my assignment. “
Her countenance fell. “Is that the only reason?” she asked.
“No. May I hold your hand?”
She beamed. “Sure.”