Chocolate for the Mind

She smiled, as shy as he was, and walked downstairs.  He helped her into the car.  The ride was quiet.  At the movie, they bought popcorn.  He tried to catch her eye, to compliment her, but he was nervous.  How did she feel?  Unknown by him, she wondered the same.

*If any of you are hungry for gossip, sorry.  This story is fiction, but symbolic fiction nonetheless.

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