She was getting that ‘first date’ feeling, Scout realized. Her stomach was in fluttery knots, and every nerve in her body was in constant anticipation; perhaps his hand would sweep over hers, or their legs would touch, that sort of thing. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time, having long since given up romantic pursuits for what she considered more lasting and important causes; her dance career. She’d given every single ounce of herself over to the ballet world, to performing. She’d even sold her soul to the Underworld, so to speak, to keep up with everything. Now that she was in this situation, the kind every normal teenage girl dreams about and prepares for,she felt completely out of her element. What if it wasn’t a date? It probably wasn’t a date. But what if it was? It could be. Scout sighed audibly as she pushed her hair back, keeping her eyes trained on the tiles before her.
"Hmm?" Scout said, lifting her eyes to see him standing up and retreating. She’d been so caught up in her mental dilemma she hadn’t fully realized what he was saying until this moment. He’d got her something? Her heart rate sped up excitedly as she saw him approaching her with the boxed object. She didn’t know what it could be, but the fact that he’d gotten her something at all clearly meant something, right? Unless she was reading too much into it, of course. Which was a very possible possibility. Shut up, Scout, she thought to herself. Even the voice in her head was annoying. She reached out,a look of intense flattery on her face. When she grabbed the gold box, the skin of their hands briefly touched, and she felt as if she’d been electrified. Instantly blushing, she looked up at him and said, ” You didn’t have to get me anything.”
When she opened it, she read the gold lettering on the powder blue ribbon aloud. ” ‘Honourable Mention’.” She instantly burst out into excited giggles, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked up at him, sobering enough to shake her head at him. ” Thank you,” she started, unclasping the pin so she could get it on the left side close to her heart. Wryly, she added, “But I am going to be the winner today.” She figured out the word she was going to spell, carefully switching the tiles on the stand so that it was in the right order. “Who starts, me or you?”