She had a low, soft laugh, the kind he liked as opposed to those girls who just grated on you until you wanted to spring a dead kitten on them or slap them, anything to make them shut up.
There were alot of things he'd noticed about her though late last year. Like her voice and the softness of her hands and the look she'd get when she was thinking about something. By spring he usually lost interest in whoever he'd been seeing that year, and somehow, she was the one to catch his attention now.
He liked her type. It was a good front. The sweet, virginal, blushing girl. He favoured blondes over brunettes and never red heads.
And of course there were definite benefits as well.
Like a girl who barely knew you yet walked trustingly beside you.
"I don't know." He considered the question. "Not flowers. Too easy. And please no kittens." There was a low slope ahead on the way down to the lake and he caught her hand to help her steady her footing.
"Clouds. Or Coffee Cups since you mentioned you like those. And don't say books, it's entirely too predictable."