“Hey Rogerson?”
“Yeah Cricket?”
“How do you know you like someone?”
Rogerson adjusted his sleeves as he prepared to leave. “You’re a little too young to comprehend things like this Cricket.”
“Am not!”
“Point proven.” Rogerson said as the car beeped impatiently for him. “Anyways I’ll catch you later brat,”
“I’m not a brat!”
Cricket sat there wondering why she had refused Leon’s hug. They’ve hugged many times before, why would last time’s be any different?
