Remember Again
Ellen couldn't stop the grin from stretching across her face as she walked beside Mason. She stole a glance at him, the corners of her mouth lifting even higher. Mason had actually agreed to go on a date with her. Well, he didn't call it a date, but she knew better.
As they strolled down the street, Ellen felt like she was floating on air. Mason, on the other hand, walked with his usual calm demeanor, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. His posture was casual, but Ellen didn't miss the way his brow furrowed slightly every time she smiled to herself. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"For the thousandth time, Ellen," Mason grumbled, his voice deep and firm, "this is not a date. It's just a casual hangout."
Ellen bit her lip to keep from laughing, shaking her head at his stubbornness. "Sure, Mason. Whatever you say."