[He leads her down through the indoor hallway and past that goddamn random open window—its existence is a mystery to him—to the elevator. Once it arrives, he steps inside, hitting the topmost button. Within a few seconds, the elevator rumbles to life and begins to ascend.]
You go up to the school roof often back home?
[Not that he wants to bring to mind the event that will one day transpire there. But with any luck, she won't think of that. And it's something to fill the silence and chase away the invisible, awkward, if mild, nervousness that's beginning to surface. Not something he's used to feeling, but it's something, at least, he can keep well bottled down.]
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This way then.
[He leads her down through the indoor hallway and past that goddamn random open window—its existence is a mystery to him—to the elevator. Once it arrives, he steps inside, hitting the topmost button. Within a few seconds, the elevator rumbles to life and begins to ascend.]
You go up to the school roof often back home?
[Not that he wants to bring to mind the event that will one day transpire there. But with any luck, she won't think of that. And it's something to fill the silence and chase away the invisible, awkward, if mild, nervousness that's beginning to surface. Not something he's used to feeling, but it's something, at least, he can keep well bottled down.]