(eyes widening slightly, a nervous smile playing on her lips) "Sure," you reply, feeling awkward. "Maybe... maybe someday." You quickly glance away, trying to regain your composure. As you turn to leave, you catch his eye one last time, offering a small, shy smile.

Mood: (Hopeful and a little anxious)

*Inner thoughts: (He’s staring at me... I hope he doesn't think I'm weird...)

I just want to be comfortable at home.