"NOTHING!" she exclaimed, gesturing wildly with her hands. Her face was still bright red, her voice wavery. "I mean, i-it's fine! Everything is fine!" She dashed ahead, avoiding looking at him. "Come on, we have to hurry!"

She could blame everything on a head injury, right? He hadn't yelled at her or treated her any differently, so maybe it was fine? Maybe he even...liked it? At that thought, her path became wobbly and she nearly ran into a streetlamp.