 SUMMER FOREVER
"Pastry?" Delilah bit her lip from laughing again. She didn't want to him to think she was amused because.. she kind of was. And a little confused as well. Pastries. How? How did Della sound like a pasty? "A friend of mine calls me Deli." Which was even weirder than Della. Heh. She was used to all the weird nicknames by now though.
AHHHHHHH.
This was beyond embarrassing. She flushed slightly and ran a hand through her messy blonde hair. "Well.. it's the truth. You are not bad-looking." She tilted her head slightly and looked at him curiously, her cheeks still a little pink. "You know, I'm not a good flirt but if I was, I'd totally hit on you."
Wow. Okay. She was on a roll now. Frankly, she'd totally understand if he never wanted to talk to her again.
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