Peeking Into the Future

Salem smiled awkwardly at his words, feeling as though she would probably just embarrass herself and make everything more uncomfortable than it already was. She knew the school had brooms she could borrow, but even if she did that, she would probably kill the fun by hurting herself or something.

But he was reaching out and trying to be nice, and she did not often get the opportunity to make a friend. In fact, she rarely ever got such a perfect opportunity. And she did not dislike flying, even if it made her nervous. She bit her lip for a moment before scrawling I'd like that. She handed it to him and stumbled to her feet, her cheeks still pink as she shuffled her feet.