He peered my way, the curiosity practically pooling around him.
Fidgeting, unable to pay any attention to his English, now that there
was a secret to be heard. I couldn’t help but smile, trying to keep
from giggling like a little girl at a boy with cooties. I accidentally
slipped, teasing him with comments only to be met with even greater
curiosity. I could see it in his eyes, just bursting to know. He
grabbed the toe of my shoe, shaking it pleadingly, like an adorable
child wishing with all his might for a toy in the window. He threatened
with joking, knowing it was useless. His insistence, however, didn’t
drain. He continued, making it known that he intended to know my
secret. As the minutes slipped away before the starting of our class he
tried frantically to get me to spill. It was too enjoyable to see him
be so unexpectedly curious that I could hardly give up such a small
secret. It was underwhelming compared to the mountain that now stood in
its way.
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