Green Eyes — Jean Nielsen

"I was just thinking about the play," Danny said, his usually candid eyes not meeting hers. "It's going to be out of this world."

"And that's exactly what we'll say in our editorial," Jan agreed.

"I was being personal, not editorial," Danny explained painfully. He went on slowly. "I was thinking of how much I'd like to ask you for a date to go to the play if I weren't afraid you'd snap back that you had to work or you wish I'd drop dead or something."

On another day, she might have snapped at him and refused his offer because she was embarrassed. Today it seemed perfectly natural to lean over the banister, smile, and say, "I'd love to go to the play with you, Danny."