A lot of memories were created on this roof. Gerald’s first sleep over, countless parties and now, under the soft but luminous glow of the hanging lights but over the most elegantly set table, Arnold was about to create a memory he knew she’d cherish for a lifetime.
“Well...um...do you like the um...duck?” Arnold asked with shaking hands as his heart kept a jungle beat he hadn’t felt since San Lorenzo. Gazing at her-he could not get over how lovely she looked, her silken hair falling around her face and rose pink dress perfectly. Why doesn’t she wear it down more often, he thought to himself. I love her pig tails but this...this...his eyes half-lidded-his mind swimming with too many romantic thoughts to picture.
“Oh...I...uh...like it fine! It’s...I never knew you could cook duck Arnold!” Helga said, blushing slightly. She tucked a tendril behind her hair-herself feeling just as nervous as her dapper draped date.Oh MAN is he handsom