"Oogh. You're right." He twisted in his seat to flop back onto the bench. The brightness of the sky stung his eyes, so he shielded them with one arm. "I hate to admit it, but you're right. There's no way she'd forget a voice this suave."

After some hesitation, he whined, "Can you at least open with me not being your secret boyfriend? I'm afraid she'd run off and tell your dad, and I'd like the chance to meet him before he decides to hate me."