"If I tell you, will you marry me?"
"No way!!"
Every step, every gasp, every scream of his name and outstretched hand had followed them through the years; through the years of tutus and chubby cheeks into the years of feminine limbs and rosy, nervous cheeks.
And maybe the both of them knew that the chase was a game to one another. Maybe both of them knew that, deep down, there was passion beneath the stolen glances and brushing of fingertips.