Girl, okay. She could try for advice with a guy, but had you seen her love life lately? Wait, don't answer that. Cindy crossed an arm over her chest, the other one held up by it, so she could tap a well manicured finger against her lip.

"You want to tell her that you love her." That was just stated, since she already knew the answer to that question. On the one hand, she really had a problem with true love and happily ever after. On the other, it felt wrong to push that onto this weird kid.

"You know what could be nice? Well, I dunno if you can do this, but you could probably find someone to help you write a letter to her. You know, your words, someone else's hand, because, no offense, you don't look like a guy who can hold a pen properly," She gave it a moment. "Or make it legible. She needs to be able to read it."