A plaid blanket spread over the damp green grass, containers with sandwiches and a wayward aquamarine balloon tangled up in the limbs of an old elm tree was visible. He meant to ask her roommate, the exciting red-haired girl, but lacked the gumption. He asked her instead—because introverted girls rarely decline. Later, when she climbed the elm to free the balloon, he grew dizzy, he became pale. In his car he touched her hand; she moved hers.
She walked barefooted home. Her life remained green. She knew what she wanted… it was adventure, and he wasn’t it.