Line?

I took her hands, looked into her eyes, and waited for the words to flow.

And waited.

And waited.

And wait-

"Hello?"

Although the question was said with a bemused air, even I could sense the genuine concern behind it.

"I... You're my... Like, isn't this supposed to be easy? Surrounded by flowers and romance, I'm supposed to say what you mean to me easily and it all works out, right? How it works in the movies..."

If it was a movie, she'd be charmed and help me out.

But this was reality, and she didn't need a broken boy.