Anne with an e- a new version of the story

Part 27- Secret dance

Gilbert and Anne made the entire way from school to the reading club practically in silence, engrossed in their own thoughts. Only when they reached the door of the club  he heard  Anne ask:

- Do you want to come in?

- Are you sure? The last time I was here, you almost shot me in the eye out of anger, because I walked into, let's say, your sanctuary.

- It's just that you came in uninvited, but now I want you to come in of my own free will.

- Well, your wish is my command, miss. - Gilbert said smiling. Then Anne felt relieved, did he look like old Gilbert at that moment, after his strange behavior at school, or had she imagined it all? She decided she would think about it later and gave up trying to guess the reason for that sudden change, preferring to join the little club with him.

They put the books on a wooden table that was in the center of that little space and sat on the colorful pillows that spread across the floor. Gilbert's gaze fixed on a pile of written sheets of paper that were on top of a stool and said:

- Are those your stories? Are you gonna show them to me or not? - Anne concentrated all her attention on him now, and Gilbert felt as if he were being studied by her, and that made him feel a certain embarrassment.

- Of course it did. Here they are, but if you laugh or make any jokes, I swear I'll skin you alive. - she said, pretending to threaten you with a fountain pen.

- I promise I'll be as honest as I can in my remarks about your work. - joked Gilbert.

- In this case, you have my permission to read them. - and extended one of his tales to him.

After a few minutes, Gilbert lifted his eyes from what he was reading and said all excited:

- I'm impressed. You write very well. I hope you'll continue and make a profession out of it, because you're very talented.

- Thank you very much. - said Anne blushing with pleasure at Gilbert's words.

-  I have you to thank for sharing your creation with me. But wait a minute... - he said, getting up from where he was and walking towards a pile of pink papers lying on top of a book.

- What is it? - he wanted to know.

Anne felt uncomfortable at that moment. She had completely forgotten the poems she often wrote there, rocked by the sounds of the forest.Gilbert and Anne made the entire way from school to the reading club practically in silence, engrossed in their own thoughts. Only when they reached the door of the club did he hear Anne ask:

- Do you want to come in?

- Are you sure? The last time I was here, you almost shot me in the eye out of anger, because I walked into, let's say, your sanctuary.

- It's just that you came in uninvited, but now I want you to come in of my own free will.

- Well, your wish is my command, miss. - Gilbert said smiling. Then Anne felt relieved, did he look like old Gilbert at that moment, after his strange behavior at school, or had she imagined it all? She decided she would think about it later and gave up trying to guess the reason for that sudden change, preferring to join the little club with him.

They put the books on a wooden table that was in the center of that little space and sat on the colorful pillows that spread across the floor. Gilbert's gaze fixed on a pile of written sheets of paper that were on top of a stool and said:

- Are those your stories? Are you gonna show them to me or not? - Anne concentrated all her attention on him now, and Gilbert felt as if he were being studied by her, and that made him feel a certain embarrassment.