Being called plain to her face was mortifying. Winifred wished the ground would swallow her whole.
She stood up and mumbled, "Well, if there's nothing else, I should go."
Yvan stood up too. "I'll take you home."
"N-no, that's okay," Winifred stammered, clenching her fists. "I rode my bike."
"Can your bike carry another person?" Yvan asked.
Winifred didn't understand why he was asking, but she nodded instinctively. "Yes."
"Perfect. I'll give you a ride."
And with that, Yvan walked out of the room.
Winifred stood there for a moment, stunned, before following him.
That day, Yvan rode her home on her own bicycle. About halfway there, he suddenly stopped.
"It's still early. Want to hang out for a while before you go back?" he asked, balancing on one foot and turning his head slightly to look at her.
"Huh?" Winifred was taken aback by the question.
"What 'huh'? You want to hang out or not?" he asked, turning to face her fully. "And don't give me that 'I have to study' excuse. Exams are over."
Winifred remembered the time Yvan had asked her out and she had told him she needed to study. He had called her a bookworm and never asked her out again.
In truth, she wasn't a bookworm. She had refused back then because she had no idea how to interact with someone like Yvan.
They were from two completely different worlds.
"I, uh, I have something I need to do…"
"What do you need to do? You just said you were free," Yvan cut her off, already steering the bike down a different path. It led to the local wetland park.
"Come on, let's go for a walk in the park."
Winifred had no choice but to go with him.
They rode for a while before getting off to walk.


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