"Hey, Rachel," he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. He had been feeling some confidence earlier on, but it seemed to have faded away. He had to get it back. He wasn't the same spineless kid that he'd been before. He needed to show her that.
He gave a sniff. Was she cooking ice cream? He nearly asked it outloud, but it wasn't important. "Can I come in?"
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