He dashed into the bedroom like a whirlwind, not hearing Enna calling after him to slow down. He quickly grabbed his backpack and ran back to Enna, his eyes sparkling, "Let's go, woman."
Woman, woman— it had been a long time since Enna had heard that address. She originally wanted to correct him, but seeing his happy little face, she held back and didn't correct him. She reached out and held his little hand.
Bobby was suddenly taken aback by having his hand held, stiffening up uncomfortably for a moment. Immediately after, he pursed his little mouth and looked away, still maintaining the cool Handsome Guy look on his face, even feigning impatience. Inside, though, he was secretly thrilled. He quietly responded by gripping Enna's hand back.
His little hand was soft, and Enna felt as though her heart had been hooked. Her stifled mood lightened considerably, and a smile crept onto her lips.
