"So? You like her is it?"
"Huh, what like?"
"I dunno, like means like la. You nearly got hit by a car y'know."
*cue harp music (signifying nostalgia/remembering the past)*
"I remember I was crossing the street, and she got into a car to go home. My head turned as I tracked her path. She waved to me and I waved back without looking at the road. MY pulled me back with the sounds of a horn blaring.. "
"hmm.. that might be it, I might like her.. hmm..."
She walked into the classroom then and our eyes met, she gave her usual shy smile.
The teacher came in right behind her. The school bell rang.
"Good morning teacher."