ingenuous proposal

Catching the signal from one of her friends, she took a deep breath, brushed her skirt and walked towards him. She waited, watched his causerie with friends. Could she pluck his attention. Or would she have to go up to him and ask. That would be a tad blatant.
She waited, unable to decide. Her friends coaxed her on. While she still mulled on her course of action, she saw him heading towards her. Anxiety was writ large on the face.
Hi, he said.
She looked at him. He looked cheerful enough. He had cut short his black crop of hair. He was wearing a light pink shirt with white vertical stripes. His dark, brown eyes brigthened at her sight. And those dimpled cheeks looked ready to break into a smile.
So have you decided?” she asked, sheepishly.
Yes, he said, a sly smile playing on his lips.
So? . She looked at him. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes stealing occasional glances at her friends.
“I think no.” His lips trembled slightly, gullets going up-down.
“Why?”
“Not the best of time. I am just out of something that was really serious. Now I would rather concentrate on my music. I am sorry. Please, no hard feelings. It’s not her. I am too preoccupied with other things. Sorry, really sorry. “We can still be good friends,” he said, helpless and stole a glance at the group.
Ok, she said. Was it a bit flagrant of me, she wondered? Nope, she convinced herself. But if at all you change your mind, do let me know. She is crazy about you" she said before they parted.
Sure, he said, flushed.
She rushed back to her friends. So what did he say, they chorused. She filled them on the conversation, that had just occurred. However, at the end of it she looked apologetic. She rested her hands on her shoulders and lifted up her chin. Her downcast eyes glistened. Blobs of salty wetness rolled down her cheeks. It's ok, she said. My fault. I take the responsibility.
Suddenly a rhythmic clank pierced the air. It was time for some edification.