Bridget shifted and shook her head, a little subdued. "I mean, I guess I have wishes, sure, we can do one of that."
Of course she had wishes - she was a fifteen year old girl with dreams and goals, a lifetime full of embarrassment and even a few regrets. If she could think of a happy one it would show him positive, good things; things that she wanted him to see him her. The more she sat there with him the less awkward she felt.
More people were starting to come in and she realized that her hoodie was still zipped to the top. She gently took her hand out of his and unzipped, a cool rush of air hitting her chest. She would get cold soon enough but it felt kind of good, the breeze hitting the thin fabric. Why she wore jersey knit to a cabin party was beyond her but it looked cute so she couldn't complain.
"Do you have any wishes?" She held her hand back out to him, waiting for him to take it. Her usually squeaky voice was slower and more concentrated. She didn't want to miss a thing he said tonight.