66 slipped her dainty and delicate hands into his rather large hands . She looked at him surprised, her face completely flushing in embarrassment.
“Y-yes.” she said, desperately trying to stay level headed and calm. “I suppose, th-they do, or they would, or will.” She winced at the clumsy sounding sentence she just tried to construct. “Ah…sorry.” she apologized. “Never mind that, never mind me.” she said shaking her head, and cover her forehead with her left hand.
"Your face is all red,," 150 said, grinning widely. He squeezed her hand briefly, then began to tug her along, though he walked rather slowly, not wanting to rush them. It was strange, definitely - 150 didn't know many things, much less many people. But holding hands with someone was pleasant, and he felt sure they'd find their way to prom and free food soon enough, so who was he to complain?
"So,, why were you going to the prom??" 150 glanced at her. "Was it so you could wear a pretty dress,, or did you hear about the free food too??"
