Mark: A gift for a lovely ladyMature

"Why do you want to know all of this?" she asks.

I ignore her question. The answer should be obvious, and if it isn't, well ... she would soon know.  I look down at the table and gaze at her homework for a moment. A small, brief smile crosses my lips. 

"What is it?" she asks.

"Would you like to go to the prom with me?" I ask, once again ignoring her question. Her eyes widen. I have taken her by surprise. I wasn't sure what reaction I was going to get. Eyes widening is a good reaction. Surprise is all part of the game, and romance is technically a game.

She doesn't answer right away. Her eyes wander a bit. She is definitely thinking. I smile again. I'm really glad she didn't say Yes or No right away. Thinking is a good thing.

"I don't know," she finally says. "I'll have to think about it."

"While you think about it," I reply, "let me go get something." As I turn and leave the area, I see her expression change into a slight frown. Once again, I am surprising her.

I walk to the other side of a bookcase and pick up the flower I had put there before I approached her. I don't know the variety of flower, but it is a small purple flower, the kind of wildflower you see everywhere. I walk back toward her, holding the delicate gift behind my back.

"What do you have there?" she asks, her expression back to its normal surprise.

"A gift for a lovely lady," I say as I hand her the flower.


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