"I'm not going," you say. "And actually, I don't really like My Chemical Romance," you come clean.
Then, after a pause: "I do think you have awesome boobs though, if that counts for anything," you say, darting your eyes to her tits for a split second before looking back at her. Then you draw on your charm...
"But they don't measure at all to your gorgeous green eyes, which more than makes up for liking a shitty band."
She laughs at your flirty response. "So the truth comes out," she says. "At least you're honest. And cute too." She wiggles her nose at you and bites her lip.
"Well, despite your no doubt shitty taste in music, maybe you can meet me for lunch today. Which lunch do you have?"
You shrug and show her your schedule. "Not quite sure how to read this thing," you say.
"Well, so much for that," she says. "I have second lunch and you have first. Too bad." She suddenly places her hand on your thigh. "Maybe we'll have a class together or something."
Without another word, she stands up and walks away. |