+ let him and the bookshop. But eventually, and surprisingly, he had let me.
He'd figured out that it'd be less food to buy for a few weeks. So here I was, in the bus that was finally parking in front of that familiar, homey camp.
With a small smile, I step out of the bus, +
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"... Hi, can I ask what you're listening to?"
Joe smiled nicely - judging from the expression on her face, it seemed to be a nice tune. Hopefully something from the eighties or so...
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"Um... Okay, I wanted to ask you if... If you wanted to go to prom with me?"
He said, cheeks red, hoping that she didn't have a date already.
He almost bumps into her - and usually he'd be upset but... She's really charming so he can't really be mad. Yet he says no word, definitely not bold enough for that...
@DULCEDOLOREM Now that was the reason why Joe hated group projects. Seriously. He wasn't waking up at 6AM every day to hear shit like this but - she was trying, he could see she was.
"I think they were. I mean, they went as far as to die for each other..."
He said with a sigh.