I stayed up that night watching videos and reading articles on sign language. I learned a few phrases and the alphabet. Eventually, I texted Pete to meet me tomorrow.

PS: hello pete! :)

PW: hello cutie

PS: ...

PS: Anyway, I have a question to ask you!

PW: ?

PS: not now! Can you meet me tomorrow at noon in the park?

PW: anything for you cutie

I set my phone down and sighed. Pete should really stop joking about me being cute. I knew I wasn't, he doesn't have to keep telling me. That night, I dreamt of Pete and I, together on the park bench, hand in hand.

When I woke up, I put on flats, a blue skirt, tights, and a white top. Spinning around, I checked my outfit in front of my mirror. Then, I practiced some signs and headed off. It was a cool and breezy day, leaves rustling against the wind. Spotting Pete, I waved at him. He waved back beckoning me over. Today, he brought a notebook, but I stopped him as he started to write.

AN: idk how sign language works exactly (im sorry!) but this is the translation

Hello. I've been learning some signing. Would you like to go out with me?

Pete signed back:

Yes cutie