You say you want to hang out it with me.
I swear I see your cheeks turn a slight shade of red after saying that.
That is how we get to where we are now, the park beside the school. We have ice cream and take a nice walk as we chat about our lives.
I find this the perfect opportunity to ask you.
"Why were you so reserved when you first came? You didn't talk to anybody, even me."
I mean to say it jokingly but a glum look appears on your face.
Oh no... did I pry on a sensitive topic?