Certainly "talk, talk". Have you never met a girl?
It was a cold, dank September night, the last of the leaves on the trees were surrendering to their own Autumn, and my blood was rising and screaming like a gale force wind.
She stood before me and stole my breathe, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I stepped forward with the courage of a man in a boys body, tentatively struggling to find the whit and wherefore all that would make this bonnie lass mine.
"I like you, and if you don't like me, can you ask any of your pals, if they like me?"
I knew that that beautiful moment was over, along with the innocence of cowardice, when she looked at me with the disappointment of social and a sexual evolution.