I ran into the grass by the library and kicked up a pile of leaves. Without a single question he followed me and joined me — and then because I am a violent individual, I scooped up a pile of leaves and threw them at him. He grinned and threw a heap back at me. I turned away, but then felt a touch on my hair.
"You have leaves in your hair," he said, and I stood still while he picked them all out.
"How dare you mess my hair up," I teased, as we went back on the sidewalk. I couldn't help but notice that while we walked to his car, he kept looking at me and every time he would, his face would break out into a wide grin.
Romance as innocent and sweet as this is delightful. :)