She's got strings attached.

They didn't need the Scrabble board, though it was nice to sit in the shade and spell 'violet potato' while looking out at a residential street. She enjoyed the way his face changed when he smiled with his teeth but for some reason she couldn't look upon him long. She felt awkward and distrusting. But my, did she like to see him smile. He likes quantum physics and lived on a farm most of his life. She likes to paint pictures and is a city girl.

But when she left the building she worked in and broke outside, with the scent of the setting sun making her knees weak; instead of the boy with the smiling eyes she thought of homemade lasagna, and how much she loved to be someone else's 'family friend'.