"Oh," Sara looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the edge of her fingernail that was painted a light pink color. The same color her cheeks were. "It's just, I thought... since you said--" Sara looked at him again, "Well, I kind of thought you liked me. Like, liked-liked me. After our date and all."
Feeling embarrassment, Sara shook her head and brought out a smile, "But it's okay! Totally not a big deal if you don't." She swallowed. "What do you want to do the day of the dance?"