The summer I stole my mother's pen pal

Week 1: What can I say, except "you're welcome"

For the entire first week I tried to ignore my feelings for him, but it eventually became clear that it was impossible. I had never met anyone like Maui before. Nobody had ever before made me feel the way that he made me feel. Each time he bought me gelato or pasta and told me "what can I say, Elio, except "you're welcome"", my face would turn into a tomato shade of red and he would tease me about it. Then, I would somehow go even more red. Maui never went red. He seemed so cool about everything. I found it difficult to tell whether he liked me or not.