Girls on the webcam. “Where do you want to sit?” he asked simply. “How about in the shade?” I nodded at a row of elms that lined one side of the oval near the long-jump pit. The contrast between the shade and Sydney’s bright November sunshine lent that row of trees what was probably a false sense of privacy.
Neither of us was ready to sneak off behind the shelter sheds just yet, but nor were we quite ready to share our fledgling romance with the rest of the student body.We sat.We ate. We talked about the sort of stuff we always talked about in our thrice-daily five minute rendezvous, and as usual it lasted about five minutes.
I know what I was thinking, and I’m certain he was thinking the same thing. I longed for the courage to tell him that I liked him; that I wanted to sit closer to him; and that if only he would ask me to be his girlfriend then I would say yes.Oh God, yes. Girls on the webcam.