Norris Moore didn't care at all about his dejection. She had turned around and was walking with ease when she got close to the orphanage. That's when she turned back to Frank and waved, "Frank, I've arrived. You should also head home soon. Thank you for walking me back today."
Frank watched her beautiful face smiling gently and his heart uncontrollably started to race again. He couldn't help but step forward and grasp Norris's hand, his voice filled with emotion, "Norris, be my girlfriend, I don't mind the age difference, no matter how many years older you are."
Norris chuckled, "But I just see you as a younger brother."
Frank: "..."
"You can't do this to me," he said with a pitiable look, "I really like you a lot."
Norris looked at the big boy in front of her, who was acting like a golden retriever coaxing its owner and, still smiling warmly, she raised her hand and vigorously ruffled his shining blond hair, "Be good, I'm going to sleep now. You should go back too."
