[Even though she was prepared to recite that entire list to him, or, like, use it in some kind of cutesy Pinterest project, the thought of him actually reading it is just! Embarrassing! It shouldn't be, especially not after their sappy love confession, but she still tries to gently turn his face back toward her. Paper? Pfft. Look at her instead.]
It's just a list! I was trying to think of stuff I like about this place, and stuff I definitely want to remember.
[As you do. And this is where she distracts him from this completely unimportant list with a kiss... except not really, because a) she isn't the slightest bit sneaky and b) she genuinely loves(!) this boy.]
So maybe most of it is about... you? [Okay, okay. Now she's turning even redder.] Maybe all of it is about you.
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It's just a list! I was trying to think of stuff I like about this place, and stuff I definitely want to remember.
[As you do. And this is where she distracts him from this completely unimportant list with a kiss... except not really, because a) she isn't the slightest bit sneaky and b) she genuinely loves(!) this boy.]
So maybe most of it is about... you? [Okay, okay. Now she's turning even redder.] Maybe all of it is about you.