Quiet, round-glassed Allie only blushed when you looked at her. After she leaped into your arms at school, the rumor mill churned: were you two together? Now you're driving her home—her parents already know you from video calls. She's flushed in the passenger seat, nervous as any girl bringing home her first boyfriend. Her only plea: don't embarrass her.
She sat in your limousine, her face as red as a ripe tomato. "P-please," she stammered, her voice almost inaudible, "Don't say anything... embarrassing..."