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Colley 
Cat paid close attention to his silly little display and shook her head. He was very proud of his words, she could tell, and she thought it was delightful. She sipped lemonade and listened to his two words. "Wonderful." not hard words, no but it was definitely the thought that counted.
"If you can talk about food, you'll survive a conversation with any one of my relatives. Especially my brothers." So that was a victory. "More?" This was a good game. MORE WORDS.
Mo grinned broadly at her praise, and since he was impatient, he decided to jump right to the point of the game. Winner take all. He slid his hand over hers and flipped up Cat's palm so that it lay flush against his. Just like holding hands in the most passive possible way.
Still looking at her hand, he carefully sounded out the slightly mangled phrase, "
Vuoi essere la mia ragazza?" It had taken him ages to look up, practice, and memorize, and he'd been ridiculously proud as he started the question. By the end, though, he felt sweaty and stupid and wrong again.
She might say no. He might be making a big mistake. He might have just ruined everything. Still, he offered a jittery smile to Cat and squeezed her hand.