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Charlie nervously approached Nick, picking up a dropped pen, handing it over.
“A fountain pen! That’s so cool.”
Nick blushed, so Charlie soldiered on.
“I wanted to ask you something. Do you want to join the school musical?”
“Wut?”
“We don’t have enough people to produce ‘Hair’. Otis heard you sing after rugby…” Charlie blushed imagining Nick singing in the shower and stopped talking.
“Aren’t I too much of a lad for theater?”
“It’s just a school play, it's not that serious.”
“So you are calling me a lad.”
“What? No…” Was Nick flirting?
“So, do you want to join?”