“Naw, I don’t think I could get sick of you even if I tried,” she laughed. She picked up a stack to help him, as if proving she’d be a good employee. She reddened at the last comment and faltered, dropping a couple of books. She didn’t expect him to say that.
That L word. She bent…
She looked up at him and her cheeks burned an even brighter red. Their faces were so close. She blinked a few times, trying to recover. She cleared her throat. “I, uh…” Her words failed her. Even her- who spoke not one, but two languages- could not conjure any words. How peculiar.