At home

Sarah unlocked the door to her house and let you in. As you take your shoes off and she locks the deadbolt on the door, you see her laughing to herself. You give her a questioning look.

"We really didn't talk at all on the walk home." she says, giggling.

"Yeah"

"Isn't that kinda weird."

"I don't think so." you say. "If anything it's a sign of how close friends we are."

Sarah looks away and blushes a little. "Yeah, friends." Sarah continues to stare away for a second and then turns back.

"I like you, John." You stare at her, slightly stunned by her boldness. "Please tell me I'm not the only one that feels this way."

You lean forward and look into her eyes.