"If you won't I guess I'll have to-"
"What?"
She reached over and took his hand. "That," she said.
"I was afraid to."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"I wasn't."
"I guess girls aren't afraid of near as many things."
"I guess not."
"Are you ever afraid?"

I've been daydreaming in the margins of my notebook like a teenager. And now Mr. Merritt is singing Jeremy in the nicest boomy voice. I can hear conversation and clinking glasses in the background. Someone just dropped something! I'm pretty happy, I think.