"Yeah, my dad has a pretty good relationship with Hebron's upper management, so he helped me get this opportunity." Gwen Stacy shrugged, then asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" Peter Parker pointed at himself with a comical expression. Under the girl's clear gaze, he forced himself to stay calm. "I'll probably be visiting Osborn Industries with Harry."
"That's great too." Gwen smiled and nodded. She knew Peter did not have many friends at school—or rather, the only close friends he could really talk to were herself and Harry Osborn. "We can tell each other about what we saw afterward."
"Okay, okay." Peter responded awkwardly. Then an uncomfortable silence fell between them. At that moment, Peter really wished he could become his good friend Harry, because Harry always seemed completely at ease around girls. He never ran out of things to talk about, could make girls laugh with ease, and drew their attention and favor like a shining beacon. Unlike Peter, who had a thousand things to say whenever he faced a girl he liked, yet under her gaze, all those words quietly buried themselves in his heart.
He had always been a chatterbox, but that trait never seemed to work when he was alone with the girl in front of him.
Having entered adolescence, he seemed to have stepped into a strange phase. There were more things on his mind, and even around girls he knew well, he became conflicted and hesitant.
"Well, that's it, then. I came by today to give you the ticket." Gwen sat for a while before standing to say goodbye, despite the disappointment on Peter's face.
"Won't you stay a little longer? Aunt May might make something to eat later." Peter suddenly panicked and blurted out, trying to keep her there. But the moment the words