It might not have been romantic, but Tino didn't want to admit to being a punk bitch about the whole thing. He'd wanted to see her, and he needed an excuse. Telling her that he was there just because he wanted to be? That wasn't going to fly. "Oh, um. Yeah, sure."
He ran a hand through his hair and followed her up the stairs. He knew where her room was. He'd been there many times under many different circumstances. It was funny he was heading there now, though. He couldn't help the cheeky smirk that was forming across his face with every step he took. She just couldn't wait to get him alone.
Once in his room, he sat down on her bed and held his gift to her on his knees. "So, make out with any guys lately?" It was a joke. He hoped she'd take it that way.