Heart On Her Sleeve
Fern sighs and attempts to hold back her tears. She knows that Oliver is missing Briarly. Fern is also aware that she and Oliver both have feelings for each other; however, he has yet to ask her on a date.
Oliver reluctantly turns away when Fern asks, “Why do you rarely tell me that you love me? I usually say it first..” Her voice trails away.
The speechless boy looks through the coffee shop’s window at the almost-empty parking lot. Everyone is at church, I guess, Oliver concludes. Finally, after ten, drawn-out breaths, he turns to find Fern staring at him, one eyebrow lifted, waiting for an explanation.
“I…I don’t know.”
Fern takes a wild guess, “Is it…Briarly?” She hopes that she’s wrong.
Again, Oliver’s chocolate eyes gaze in another direction: at the stained, hardwood floor. He nods slightly, “I think so…”
Fern sighs and attempts to hold back her tears.