"What's the matter, Abigail?"
"Hey, Duckman. Nothing."
He didn't believe her.
He followed her gaze and saw Timothy dancing very closely with an unknown girl.
"Oh, Abby. Why don't you just tell Timothy how you feel?"
She frowned, but didn't deny anything. "I can't, Ducky."
"Why not?"
"It's complicated."
"How?"
She sighed. "It just is."
"Maybe I can help you uncomplicate it. I do have some experience of romance, old as I may be."
"You're not old, Duckman."
He chuckled. "Compared to you I am, my dear. Well?"
She sighed again. "He once told me he really liked me."
"And?"
"And I freaked."
"And now?"
"Now, it's different."
"Then tell him."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't. I don't know how to, Ducky."
"Try telling him how you feel. Do you love him?"
She shrugged and glanced away. Then looked back at him and nodded. "I think so."
"Than tell him. Abigail, it's very simple. You just say 'Tim, I love you'."
"I wish it were that easy, Ducky." She kissed him on the cheek, stood up and walked away.
As he stared after her, Ducky decided he was old; too old to understand the vagaries of the young.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Ducky finds Abby moping.