Merilee juggled her lunch tray, eyeing the student cafeteria for an empty table. Seeing none, she approached a nerdy, but cute, boy, who was submerged in a book, munching mindlessly.
“May I join you?”
He nodded without looking up.
“Did you know,” he pointed at a page, “the proverb ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’ dates back to Chaucer in 1374?”
“No, I didn’t.” Merilee smiled. She hesitated, then blurted out, “I need a date for my sorority prom. Do you dance?”
“Poorly,” he admitted, “but like the gallant knights, I’m all about rescuing damsels in distress. I’m Pete. When’s the dance?”
“May I join you?”
He nodded without looking up.
“Did you know,” he pointed at a page, “the proverb ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’ dates back to Chaucer in 1374?”
“No, I didn’t.” Merilee smiled. She hesitated, then blurted out, “I need a date for my sorority prom. Do you dance?”
“Poorly,” he admitted, “but like the gallant knights, I’m all about rescuing damsels in distress. I’m Pete. When’s the dance?”
