Chapter 5

• “Maybe I just, you know, get red in the face when, um, I’m glad to see someone!” she tried explaining, her eyes glancing down, then back up at the grapes, seizing on them as a safe target. As she picked up some and put them into her bowl, she popped one in quick like, feeling his eyes on her, almost burning as he looked her over, examining her blush, noting her glances. She felt all flustered, as if she was off kilter somehow.
• “Besides, I told you, I’m no prude, if you want to go ... you know, commando, that’s fine ... for all you know I do too!” she smarted off, trying to sound cool, before realizing that her low shorts were likely making it obvious, at least earlier when she was reaching over the counter, that she was not in no way going commando.
• Maeson laughed good naturedly, chewed on a few more grapes, “Well then you must really, really be glad to see me.” Maeson told his little sister, after watching her back herself into a corner. “Cause I think you must be pink all the way to your...” and winked at her, leaving the sentence unfinished