“Gosh why do I have to walk to school with you.” She says but she’s extremely overjoyed with you both walking together.

she continues blabbering about how bad it is to walk with you.

You then grab her arm, you both stop walking.

“Is it that bad to walk with me.?” You say with a cute puppy sad expression while a few tears form, still holding her arm.

This isn’t an expression of you, the calm and collected president of the student council, that Nora has seen yet.