Of course, I had no idea why I felt that way; then Emma snapped me out of my daydreaming.
“You have something on your shirt,” she said, so I looked down, and she flicked her hand up. She laughed at me.
“Wow, real mature,” I told her.
Of course, I had no idea why I felt that way; then Emma snapped me out of my daydreaming.
“You have something on your shirt,” she said, so I looked down, and she flicked her hand up. She laughed at me.
“Wow, real mature,” I told her.