[i]Perception is reality.[/i] Izzy snorted at the superficial truth she had seen time and again. She looked to one of the parked cars as they passed to see if there was anyone inside, but the rust-patched vehicle was empty. She glanced around at the area once more. All it was missing were a bunch of tall weeds and broken bricks on the school, and the place would make a perfect set for a zombie apocalypse movie. Izzy smirked at the thought.
	“You know,” she turned her attention ahead of them as Trevor paused, “you [i]are[/i] a [i]guy.[/i] You could take your shirt off and no one would really think twice about it. Bet it’d be more comfortable than walking around wet. Or mud-crusted, if it starts to dry before you get home.”
	She looked to Trevor when he turned toward her. She sighed at the reminder of the summer months looming ahead.
	“No, not really. Just try to find work.” She placed her fingers in the pockets of her jeans. “You?”