[She took the helmet and examined it, her fingers lightly ran across the top. Her lips pressed together.]
I... suppose. [So this was definitely an olive branch, right? He was just going to act like that confession never happened, and they'd both pretend she didn't find him anything more than a dear friend. She looked at the moped and realized:]
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I... suppose. [So this was definitely an olive branch, right? He was just going to act like that confession never happened, and they'd both pretend she didn't find him anything more than a dear friend. She looked at the moped and realized:]
I've never ridden on one before.