Naomie picks you up and holds you near her face.

Naomie grabs me by my armpits, then plops me down in her other hand, only 5 inches from her face.

I can feel the warmth of her breath, and the smell of apple juice penetrated my nostrils, her face is still a bright red, and she starts to speak, averting her gaze "Um, Davey, there was something I've been wanting to get off my chest." She buries her face into her hoodie,

"Yes Naomie?"

"You know, I know you have a girlfriend, but I find myself thinking about you a lot, like a lot a lot" She twirls her hair with her empty hand, still unable to make eye contact with me.

"And I just thought I should get it out there, I like you." I could swear she couldn't get more red.