Evie quirked a half smile in a shy sort of way before finally giving in and taking one of the pastries. Taking a bite, she would realize that they didn't really taste all that bad. Sure, she had never ordered any personally, but not all that bad. Could be better, she supposed, then again, she was a perfectionist. All that aside, she decided to respond to his question. 

She sighed. [color=6ecff6]"Well, for starters, people call me Evie. Um... nothing really to help with. I mean, if you want to help me write a cover article for tomorrows newspaper about the murder down on twelfth street, then please, by all means, go ahead."[/color] Realizing that the comment could be taken in a somewhat rude way, she would try to right her wrong. 

[color=6ecff6]"I'm sorry, I'm rambling again and I really don't mean to be rude, just little ol' busy me is all." [/color]