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The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His big family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
The bubbly, fizzing sound from the stove broke the mood. The soups were always her job and she was neglecting it. Running over to stir down the pot boiling over, she laughed giddily at the thought of what they had just done. His family was sitting around the great room, trying not to notice the two of them. She looked at them. She loved them all so much. How could she serve them scalded soup?
He looked at me with an enigmatic expression. I held my breath, not sure what he was going to do next. What had I just done? We'd been friends for so long. But, really, I'd never felt only friendship for him. His proximity made me dizzy, planting little seeds of hope in me that quickened my heart and made my fingertips feel oddly cold and shaky. The time and distance between us seemed interminable despite our sharing the one small piano bench. By the time I realized he was moving closer, his lips were touching mine. Softly, warmly, gently, he moved to fit my mouth, making me ever so glad I had planted that seed of an idea in his head.