He tried to deny the little tug at his heart as he looked around waiting for the punch line. When none came – he asked her if she knew who she was asking.
She smiled slowly and brightly and said, “Yes. You are Hercules Pulaski and I want you to escort me to the Sadie Hawkins dance.”
“Do you know which Hercules I am?” he asked
“I do,” she said.
“And you still want to go with me to the dance?”
“I do,” she said
His heart tugged just enough for her to see it.
“It’s a date then,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Janice Coraopolis walked away whistling.
