Stop Waving Your Butt Around [Benji]

[Georgina Speer]

Ah, she could hear the echoes of her internet conversation with her friends from England, with whom she'd managed to stay in contact with - Go outside!

Of course, she replied saying I haven't downloaded that DLC yet. And they had a go at her for being pedantic before threatening not to play video games for the next few weeks if she didn't go outside. Of course, she could've lied to them, gone offline for a few hours and played Pokemon before coming back and announcing that she had a new friend and his name was Steve! (Steve the Charmander, but they also didn't need to know that). However, George was nothing but a girl of her word, and even though she lied to some people, for her benefit, for the benefit of another, when it was the people she cared about, she didn't lie. Or cheat. She was a stickler for fair play. Wait, what was she talking about? ...oh, oh right, friends, lying, blah blah blah - she said she would make a new friend, so she would. And it wasn't like she didn't like making friends, not at all! She was just too lazy, half of the time.

She went outside, beanie atop of her brunette hair, and smiled at the small number of people hanging about - some she recognized, some she didn't, but none enough to state as more than an acquaintance, or an acquientay, as she put it. The English girl took in a nice deep breath of the clean, clear, outdoorsy air and sighed - it was nice. She instantly regretted not having any for of technology such as her headphones, but whatever. She'd survive. Hopefully.

Georgina looked around and tried to put names to faces - that was... Face-ache, and... and shorter Face-ache. That was... Thing 1 and Thing 2 (read: some gestalts) and that... well, that was a disgusting excuse for a human, burning their lungs out with a portable cancer stick. So they seemed nice. She parked her butt on a nice comfortable hard cold bench and looked up at the sky. It wasn't too bad a day, the sun was shining (partially) and the clouds were fluffy... was she describing the weather? Welp, that only meant one thing. George, of all people, was bored. Or was considering becoming a meteorologist.

[Benjamin Park]

Mmm.... Bleh. Funnily enough, Benji didn't actually enjoy smoking all that much. He did it entirely for the image - an image which, he hoped, he'd perfected over his years of trying to balance being a suck-up to his parents and elders while also trying to be in with the 'cool' crowd, using his behavior and good looks to rise up the popular route while still not seeming too much like a douche. He didn't want to be outcast like that socio and his diva boyfriend, after all. He had a reputation to keep.

And so he sucked in another lungful of smoke, eyeing a girl that had just appeared in his vision as he slumped against the side of the building. Benji had been people-watching for a while, as he tended to do - there were so many princesses, aliens, werewolves, talking animals, and other such nonsense at this school that all he had to do was look around and he'd see them for what they really were (and not what everyone tried to convince him they were. Benji knew better). But this one, this one he had seen before - Shadowcat, he knew. Although she went by something else - George? Yeah, that sounded right. It was weird, though, he'd never seen her actually phase through a wall. He wondered why.

"Eyy, baby," he smiled at the Brit as she came nearer. He snuffed out the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can (littering was dumb and not cool), tilting his head cockily to the side as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here by yourself?"

[Georgina Speer]

Eyy, baby,

George glanced at... oh, none other than the smoker. She was honestly crap at names though - she knew his name was something along the lines of Bent, like his personality, it seemed. And what did those words remind him of? Eyy, baby,... oh yeah, all those chavs that hung around her school and in the town centres, acting like they were cool, or something of importance. Yeah, bloody well right.

She rested her arms comfortably at her sides and tilted her head at the guy, her unamused thoughts clear on her face, "Well, obviously, I have no friends and felt like making that even more obvious," She said quickly, holding out her hand for him to shake, "Hi, I'm George." Not that she wanted an actual conversation with this hard-ass, but entertainment was hard to come by these days.

"So," she began, "what's a ponce like you doing out here by yourself? Surely you have some mates to bounce your pathetic pick up lines off of?" Well, George wasn't in the mood for guys like this today. That much was clear.

[Benjamin Park]

Well then. Benji wasn't particularly inexperienced with this sort of response, but they were still less welcome than girls that got all giggly and flustered and flattered by his compliments. No matter, he would just roll with it. "I hardly believe you have no friends," he replied, full lips pursed into a sympathetic frown. "A pleasure to meet you, George." As he took the girl's hand, he lifted it a little higher to kiss the back with a sly smile. "Benjamin. But I prefer Benji, if you wouldn't mind." Mmm, that accent. Nothing hotter than a girl with an accent.

"Ponce?" he repeated, unfamiliar with the word. Benji had to laugh at what she said next, and leaned against the bench she was sitting on, staring off at some people playing a game of basketball nearby. "Nah... I like to meet new people. I can't know how well my pick-up lines will work unless I try them on actual subjects, right?" He shot her another white smile. "Apparently I need to work on my game a bit more, with classy ladies like you." He casually sat next to George, swiping a hand through his dark, poofy hair. "So, really, what are you doing, babe?" He seemed genuinely interested, at least.

[Georgina Speer]

Giggly was not on George's repetoire. Not saying she didn't like to laugh, but she was not a girly girl, noooo way. And he would not make her giggle with any comments or compliments of his, unless he turned around and shocked her with something actually half decent. "Nice going, hot shot. 'Course I have friends." She had lots of friends. But talking to them on a regular basis... yeah. Woops. Anyway.

Sure it was a pleasure. She was tempted to snag her hand down, but she didn't have the energy, letting the idiot kiss her guitarist's fingers. She nodded in acknowledgment of the replacement nickname, hearing her friends' typed words reflect in her ears about her making friends. She could totally make friends with a tryhard butt. That would be an amusing story to tell later, "Benji it is, then."

He repeated the word and she smirked, "Yeah, a ponce." She looked at him and realized, remembered that it was an English word, "It's a really nice word, I assure you." Pft. It meant tosser. Was tosser another British word? Eh, whatever.

Oh wow, this guy really did think he was smooth. She had to admit, he had a nice smile, but the cigarettes would get rid of that too. So she was a 'classy lady'? "Believe me, if a lady's classy, she won't fall for stupid pick up lines. If you want to step up your game, don't use them. Seriously." She wasn't sure what she was doing right now, but it was conversation, and she was enjoying it.

She glanced at him again, "Well, I'm sat on a bench, talking to... well, a ponce, about nothing in particular. I'm considering the fact that it might rain tomorrow, and..." Her hand came on top of her head to keep, and she nodded, "Making sure my hat hasn't fallen off. My fascinating life, right there." She sighed, and gave a sideways smile, "What about you?" Now this would be good.

[Benjamin Park]

Hmm... Benji was definitely going to have to readjust his game with this one. As dumb as he could act (and be), he could also be pretty smart, which probably came with being the son of two university professors. Still, he'd rebelled against them for a reason. "Hot shot, oooh. Someone's feisty." Maybe classy had been the wrong term.

Yep... Definitely wrong, he could tell now by the way she was talking. "Right... I guess I'll just have to take your word for that," he replied with a sideways tilt of the head and another playful half-smile. He'd have to look up the meaning later. "I would ask you where you're from, but I get that a lot and I know how annoying it can be, so I'm going to refrain," he told her. Whether she was from England or just had parents from there, he wasn't sure. But the ancestry was definitely there.

He lifted one long dancer's leg over the other and rested his ankle on the opposite knee, clad in a pair of dark-wash jeans that he'd made sure perfectly showed off the slender, graceful lines of his legs. "I'll keep that in mind, then," he told her seriously, his expression going solemn for a brief moment. "What would work on you, then? Because I am genuinely interested in getting to know you better." And figuring out how to get her to walk through walls and admit who she really was!

Benji's smile returned and stretched wide as George started speaking the obvious, thoroughly amused by her mannerisms. "Enrapturing," he told her with a nod. "Cute hat, though. It suits you." It totally did - she really was cute, otherwise Benji wouldn't have been talking to her. Maybe. At least, not hitting on her this much. "Mmmm... Nothing all that exciting until I started talking to you." His head tilted once more, and he shot her a sideways look. "... If you don't mind me asking, what's your ability?" Oh, he knew alright, but with his history of these things, she'd say something completely different.

[Georgina Speer]

George rolled her eyes, fiesty. No, she just didn't appreciate attention from dickwads who clearly thought they were more amazing than they actually were.

Not naming names. Benji.

She smirked, yeah, you take my word for it, why don't you, I mean, why would I lie to you? She raised an eyebrow at the unasked question, silently commenting that by mentioning the question, you subliminally ask it, but then she thought, if she was going to snark at him so much in her head, she might as well say it. With whatever came next. With this one, she popped her lips, "I would thank you, but most people would already know by now. The annoying part is the bit where they attempt an British accent." It was funny at first, now it was plain old and, as she said, annoying.

Multiple incredulous laughs escaped her, "Genuinely interested, my arse." She said, shaking her head. She didn't exactly know what would work on her, if she was being serious. People didn't generally... flirt with her. "Maybe acting like a normal human being? Being friendly and approachable and not all," She mimed smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke out, "'Ey, babe.'" Also, she did not appreciate being called babe, or baby. Some people found it endearing, she found it creepy and wrong.

George returned the nod, "I know." She was an enrapturing person. That was a good word. At the next comment, however, she found herself genuinely smiling, even if it wasn't too obvious. She looked at the ground until she realized what she was doing, at which point she wiped the grin off of her face. Of course hats were going to be her soft point, of course. She sat a little straighter and looked forward, "No, I'm sure burning out your lungs is as exciting as it gets." Yes, she was pulling that card. It was the first thing that told her that he was an idiot - what good minded person smoked?

She glanced at him curiously and furrowed her brow, "Um... tracking." Boring as hell, hardly ever useful, and so crap in comparison to other people's powers. She'd much prefer to have something like super speed or duplication or something. Something fun. "Why?"

[Benjamin Park]

Benji snorted a little, a crooked smile lifting up one side of his mouth. "I wouldn't dare try to mimic that adorable accent," he replied, unable to help himself. "I'd ruin it completely." Some people were good at copying voices; Benjamin, not so much. "Some people see me and automatically think I'm Chinese or Japanese for some reason, so they give me the stereotypical insults." Benji rolled his eyes. He gave those people a piece of his mind.

"What?" he replied, with a short, breathy laugh of his own. "I'm not completely full of bullshit, I promise." Benji studied her as she spoke, taking note of what she was saying and tucking it away for the future. "You know, between you and me, I don't particularly like smoking all that much," he said quietly, looking around as though someone was eavesdropping. "It's just an image, sweetheart." So much for not using endearing terms - he couldn't help it. "I don't even do it all that often." Benji wasn't addicted, at least. He just cared about his bad boy reputation.

Ahhh, there was a smile. The teenager grinned, making another mental note on what got this girl to light up a little. Still, he winced slightly as she sobered again, seeming more hurt than he really was. "Oh, no, I'm way more exciting than just that," he replied with a shake of the head. "Do you like dancing? We could go dancing sometime." He stood and lifted his arms and did a little pirouette, moving with perhaps surprising grace for the image he'd already created. Pleased with himself, he sat back down with a smirk.

However, when George went and outright lied to him about her ability, his grin turned into a dark scowl. Why did this always happen to him? Why did people try to hide who they were? He knew, he knew and they still lied! ".... Don't lie to me, please," he said, his voice soft and uneven. If she didn't admit it... Benji would have to make her prove it, wouldn't he?

[Georgina Speer]

More compliments. It wasn't exactly annoying, just... was this guy going to be stuck on complimenting her this whole time? She could always just find someone else to be friends with. "I'm glad, then." The last thing she wanted was some cocky guy getting self-entertained by a crappy accent that made her want to punch him in the spleen for. She tilted her head as he talked about being insulted for his appearance. She couldn't understand that kind of thing - joking with a friend for the sake of comedy when they weren't offended, that was funny. Offending someone for the sake of offending someone? That was just plain stupid. "I brush off a lot of stuff that comes my way," Although, a lot of people were a fan of the fact that she was English. She was pretty carefree about most things about her. What she couldn't deal with was when someone else was picked on - that got on her last nerve.

She gave him a kind of unsure glance, "Sure you're not." It was hard to take this guy too seriously. She listened with confusion as he explained about his smoking habit, and how it wasn't really a habit. She crossed her arms, "Then why do you do it at all? If it's 'just an image', why do you waste the money and waste yourself?" She was not impressed - she didn't really understand why people built themselves reputations to live up to. "What's so hard about just being yourself, and, oh, not destroying yourself?" She wasn't huge on health, but smoking was just something that scraped her the wrong way.

It wasn't George's fault that this guy seemed full of bullshit. He could blame his 'reputation' for that.

However, she wasn't really expecting him to dance better than some drunkard with balance issues, but she was surprised. She said nothing as he twirled like some ballerina boy in front of her, and gave a short laugh, shaking her head, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She said. This was a really strange meeting. She wasn't extremely annoyed by it or anything - it was entertaining and a little irritating at the same time. It kind of balanced out. She remembered his question and sighed loudly, "But I can't dance. At least, not that well." She could remember the choreography for some of the vocaloid songs she liked, but they weren't that impressive. More bouncy and energized and ridiculous. Like her!

She almost flinched at how strongly his expression dropped, jolting back a little at looking at him with slightly wide eyes. The accusation passed past her ears and her brow furrowed, "Why in God's name would I lie to you about my power?" She questioned back, trying to suss out what the hell was going on. Why was he so angry? She wished she had an alternative power, because of how much she hated her's, but... seriously?

[Benjamin Park]

Benji smiled at George, a genuine smile that appreciated the fact that she could probably understand, at least somewhat, of what he meant. "Yeah, I try to, too," he replied, leaning back. "It's just hard when someone insults your parents or something without even knowing them." People could be absolute asses and incredibly cruel. Fortunately, Ben was pretty good at shrugging things off. "But it's fine! I'm tough, I can handle it," he joked, puffing out his chest for effect.

Mmmm.... Benji liked this one. She wasn't the normal giggly/flustered type he so often went after (mostly because they were easy) - she was giving him a real challenge, and Ben hoped he was up for it. "Well, for one, money doesn't matter much," he said easily, off-handedly hinting towards wealthy family. "And... I guess I just like how it makes me feel," he mused. "Helps me feel less bound by rules and restrictions. But if it doesn't work for you, sweetheart, I won't do it around you at all." His eyes had narrowed as he spoke, and his fist had clenched slightly; an overabundance of rules and expectations from his parents were what had made him want to start rebelling in the first place.

He smiled at her response to his dancing, giving a bow with a flair before he sat back down. "I'm full of all sorts of surprises," he agreed, swiping a hand through his thick, poofy hair. "Believe it or not, I'm also a near straight-A student." He knew she likely wouldn't believe that unless he showed her his report card, but it was true. There were two sides to this seemingly all bad-boy. "Oh, anyone can dance," he told her, reaching out to place a friendly hand on her knee. "I could teach you if you'd like. I do other styles besides ballet, too." He'd studied several types in his many years of dancing; it gave him his unique flair, he thought.

This whole lying thing just.... Really irked him, though. "I don't know why you would, why don't you tell me?" he scowled. "You're a phaser, aren't you? You can phase through stuff. I know it!" He slammed his fist against his knee and buried his face in his hands, heaving out a shaky sigh. "Why does this always happen?" he mumbled. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?

[Georgina Speer]

George didn't know about her parents being insulted, but the number of overused jokes was... ridiculous. She could definitely understand, though. She felt weird, finding that she was actually having a semi-serious conversation here, but... she didn't necessarily mind. It was cool, really. She nodded, and began smirking at the tough comment. George thumped her chest, "Manly man." She said, in a deep voice, but... yeah, you did need to have a bit of a thick skin with these things sometimes. It was difficult.

"Good for you." Her family wasn't poor or really struggling, but they weren't exactly rich. If he had the money to waste, he could, it was his choice after all. But, like she had been continually saying, it just seemed like a bit of a waste. It was interesting to consider his side a bit more. The British girl didn't exactly agree with it by any means, but it was something. She would probably prefer that he never did it, and the implication that he was going to see her again was subtle. She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess." She pondered, "I mean, I'm not one to stick to rules really, but I don't feel the need to have to smoke or drink or anything to feel my own freedom." George was more self aware than some people would probably realize, "I know this will sound weird or whatever, but if you're going to separate yourself from rules and restrictions, why not do it in a more fun way?" She didn't necessarily get in trouble for the sake of breaking the rules - she was usually doing what she was being she actually enjoyed it. But again, hey-ho.

"Straight-A, right." She snorted, just about as straight as Phen and Oriel. And the 'anyone can dance' theory was the same as the 'anyone can sing' - just because you can, doesn't mean you can do it well. Or enjoyably. She twitched at the knee touch, unused to that kind of contact from someone she hardly knew. She tried to subtly push it off, "Lessons from a bad boy ballerina. Sounds abundantly fun." She definitely sounded sarcastic, but the fact of the matter was that she was actually considering it. And she wasn't sure if she liked that.

George began sitting a little stiffer at the accusations. If there was one thing (there was more than one thing... but this was one of them) that really ticked her off, it was being accused of stuff like this. Lying. George did not lie uselessly. Her expression turned dark and harsh, "I really don't appreciate you assuming that I would lie." She was trying to stay nice about it, but it wasn't like Benji here was returning that.

A phaser? Seriously? "No, I'm really not." She really didn't know where he had got this idea from. As he got more angry about it, George jumped up from her seat and crossed her arms. It was difficult to prove her power. And it wasn't really that accurate sometimes, so... "I honestly can't walk through stuff." She looked at him for another moment. "And I'm not about to prove that. Either believe me or calm down or... I don't know!" She shook her head and sighed, "Whatever, I'm going." She didn't want to be in the company of a guy who wouldn't take her word for something.

[Benjamin Park]

Benji had to laugh as George thumped her chest and lowered her voice. "You know it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. Aw yeah, they were getting more comfortable with each other. He'd have her in no time (not).

George's logic likely made more sense. Well, it did, really. But Benjamin had started his bad boy habits at an age where being 'cool' was all he really cared about... Ah, hell with it, he still cared about being 'cool'. Still, he tilted his head curiously as she spoke. "What would you suggest?" he asked with genuine curiosity. He'd tagged buildings and done parkour and the like before - but maybe she could enlighten him about other 'fun' ways to break rules without getting caught... As long as you were careful.

"I am!" he assured her. "I can show you my report card sometime. I'm not a liar." He was smiling, and chuckling a bit. He liked surprising people with his other side... Ironic, since he worked so hard to keep up his outer appearance. He laughed again as she spoke. "Yeah, sounds great, doesn't it?" he chuckled. "No one would believe you." He'd be more than happy to teach if she was willing.

His mood went sour, though, as the other subject came up. Damn it! He should have just let it be! How many times had this happened to him now!? He knew, Benji knew his trainer said it was part of his ability, but... But he just knew he was right! "I'm sorry...." he mumbled, face still buried in his hands. "I hate this..."

It still stung to hear her 'lie' again, but Benjamin was tired of arguing over this sort of thing. So when George stood up and looked at him angrily, he fizzled, his bad boy exterior cracking to reveal the uncertain kid he was underneath. "Okay... Okay..." he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. ".... See you...." FUCK! He'd just ruined everything.

[Georgina Speer]

Seriously, George was just doing this for a laugh, and because Benji here didn't actually seem to be half bad company, the times when he wasn't acting like a total buttnugget. There was no way in hell that she would ever actually get... involved with him. He could go be good-looking somewhere else.

Wasn't it cool to be yourself? Wasn't it cool to have self confidence and confidence in who you were and your abilities? Sure, she probably sounded like a mother or a teacher or a guidance counsellor, but it was what she believed. She kind of snorted (attractively, of course) at the question, not perfectly sure how to answer, "Mmm, I tend to prank the teachers I don't like, or... I dunno, I don't break the rules because I can, I do it because that's the only way I can fully enjoy myself." She tried to explain. She kind of waved her hand about, "If that makes any sense."

She raised her eyebrows at him, and pretended to write on a clipboard, "I'll just add forgery to the list." She teased. Honestly, she was pretty intelligent too. She got A's in some... most subjects. But she slacked off sometimes because some subjects sucked. Not naming names. "I don't know how good I am to teach." She said, outright. Unless it was fun. Dancing was fun, as long as it was't boring. Because then it would be boring. Gadoy. "People generally don't believe half the things I say because I'm insane, apparently." She gave him a crazy faced look of confusion which completely disproved her point. She was most definitely a loonybear.

George was annoyed - most people would be, after being bluntly told they were lying when, uh, they weren't, but she was also kinda concerned, somehow. This guy was strange. She tilted her head and frowned, "Hate what?" She was so confused. What had given him such conviction that she was a phaser? It... ugh, she didn't even know any more.

He seemed... so sad... or guilty... or something... was she supposed to feel bad for him? No, fuck no, she wasn't supposed... to... ARGH FOR FUCK'S SAKE. She kind of knelt down in front of him, severely confused as to why she was still here, "I don't know who told you or whatever, but I promise you, I wouldn't lie without good reason." She said this without aggression, or conviction, just... something. For all she knew, he could be playing with her completely. Whatever. "Sorry I made you feel bad, I just... I don't like being told that I'm lying or whatever when I'm not." If there was any more funny business now, she would definitely be gone. Definitely. Definitely. Definitely.

...

...definitely.

[Benjamin Park]

Considering his parents made Benji go to all sorts of classes he'd never wanted to (piano, guitar, drawing, even dancing, which he'd ended up loving), Ben didn't have... A lot of chances to figure out his own identity. Which was probably part of the reason why he'd ended up rebelling and trying to be exactly the opposite of what his parents thought he was. So he listened curiously to George's logic. "Mmm... I try to stay on my teachers' good sides," he admitted. He needed those good grades, after all. "But... I think I get what you mean." He was genuinely trying to understand her now; his cocky facade had faded slightly.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, laughing at her teasing. Benji really liked this George girl. Heh. "Aw, come on, you can't be that bad," he prodded. "At least try it sometime!" He was definitely going to think of ways to meet her again. And making her swoon. Yeahhhh. "Insane, really?" he cocked an eyebrow. "I never would have assumed." And then he laughed again, dropping his gaze to stare at the ground as he meshed his fingers together in front of him.

He didn't know what to do about the situation. How to explain himself. Benji groaned and peeked up at George again, obviously uncertain if he should tell her. "... My ability.... Makes me see people... As things they say they aren't..." Or so he was told. He didn't see how that was an 'ability', because he just....Ugh! It was like he lived in a different fucking reality sometimes! "It's dumb. But I swear to anything I know that you are - you should be - a freaking phaser!"

Benji took a deep breath and shook his head, giving a small, tired laugh. "People think I'm insane when I try to tell them that," he said. He smiled wryly. "So I guess we're both in the crazy boat, huh?" He, too, was surprised she was still there. "It's fine. Not the first time. I should learn how to keep my mouth shut." He managed to straighten up and took a deep breath, thumping his fist against his thigh. "Anyway. Wanna go out sometime?"

Perfect timing!

[Georgina Speer]

George grinned mischievously, "Some teachers deserve it." It was entirely true. Some teachers were such asswipes, and they deserved to trip over their own shoelaces. Or fall into a bin full of trash. Same difference - it could be hard to teach a lesson, but there were some who needed to learn their lesson. BAM. She nodded at his acceptance. Maybe he wasn't such a blithering twit after all... gah, she didn't know what to think.

She tilted her head. It wasn't like she had never danced properly in her life - she did danced to Vocaloid that one time in town centre, by herself. That was fun. But this was different. "Mmm... I dunno."

Her craziness really hadn't poked through during this conversation. It might have, had she been a little more hyper and a little less... argumentative. But... "Yeah, you've gotta keep something like that under wraps, and then BAM!" Here it came... "You're stuck on a platoon with a dozen mobster lobsters with tiny fedoras and lots of cereal and I'm above you manically laughing from a hot air balloon." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was the most casual thing in the world, "It happens." Of course.

George raised her eyebrows at him when he looked at her again, and listened quietly (for once) as her explained what was going on. She didn't know the exact name, but it had something to do with dimensions, or something, right? Did that mean... there was another 'her' out there, in another dimension, who had fucking phasing? Man, that was shitballs. Why did she have to be stuck with bloody tracking?

Wait, she was supposed to be helping Benji. Welp, this day was weird.

"I don't think you're crazy," That coming from the insane girl. She shrugged her shoulders, "Not unless you think you are." It was like, you are what you eat. But instead, you are what you believe yourself to be. This was some deep shit. She considered what he said - he shouldn't have to stay silent for the sake of his power, but at the same time, he-

Wait fuck what.

George blinked a few times, and then laughed incredulously, "Good try, smooth guy." Accidental rhyme, but that made it even better. She wasn't... no, she was completely-! ... maybe she wasn't completely unattracted to this guy, but still. That was a terrible time to say something like that. Besides... George wasn't used to it. She had never been asked out before... it was weird for it to happen. And from this guy, this... ridiculous guy. She stood up, smiling.

This had been... interesting.