Wesley was, quite possibly, more nervous than Kathy. He hadn't really had much opportunity to interact with girls his own age, and his father certainly hadn't encouraged him to socialise. He was meant to train to become a Watcher, and distractions would only get in the way of that. He could worry about finding an acceptable wife after he finished his studies. Wesley hadn't pointed out that he didn't want someone acceptable, he wanted someone he liked. He knew his father's thoughts on such ridiculous frivolities and he didn't wish to be punished.
But anyway, Kathy was the first girl he'd ever liked since he'd met Rebecca Middleton at a get-together. But he'd never actually talked to Rebecca, and Kathy was wonderful to talk to, so he figured it wasn't even remotely on the same level. Not really. Kathy was pretty and sweet and kind and just all-around wonderful. He found himself flushing just thinking about her.
He tugged at the sleeve of his oxford shirt, nervous and excited, and walked over to where Kathy was standing outside the buildings. "Hello, Kathy," he said with a shy smile. He held out some flowers he'd found in the park toward her. "I saw these and I thought you'd like them."