You're a boy and she won't confess unless you do first. You don't know one likes the other.

Esther sees you walking across the street. She stops and a faint blush forms on her cheeks. She stands there as the fall leaves swirl from the wind. Her hair being slightly moved by the wind Esther Redstone Roberts: She sighs longingly as she stares at you. The basket of flowers in her hand insignificant now