When she asked me if I wanted to go out, for some reason I thought she meant... something else. You know, "going out." Like a date. So when I realized she was actually talking about accompanying her to buy food at the festival stalls, I felt a heat rush to my ears. I was a little embarrassed for having misinterpreted everything, but I tried not to show it too much.
"Sorry, I totally forgot," I said finally, with an apologetic expression on my face as I scratched the back of my neck.
She didn't answer immediately, just looked away. As if she was concentrating on something else. The blush that had already colored her cheeks was still there, albeit very faintly. For a moment, I thought she might scold me or give me one of her dirty looks, the kind that can make you feel like an idiot in less than three seconds. Instead, she put a hand to her neck and cleared her throat slightly, as if she needed to clear her throat... or her thoughts.
