'I don't care what we do as long as I'm able to spend the day with you.' Were the words Roger thought but didn't dare speak aloud. He would have been so embarrassed admitting that so openly where she could hear him. It was true, but still no. Those were thoughts Roger would keep to himself.
"I mean, if you want me to," he offered. It was like all of his prior flirtation senses disappeared as soon as she was around him. He felt like he was in third year again back at school with a schoolboy brush. Actually, no, Roger had way more game as a 13 year old than he had at this exact moment.
"Is there something you want to do?" This was a better idea; asking her what she wanted to do and then he could agree to it. She never answered his question about what pastry was her favorite, but this was better. He could remember her likes and dislikes for later.