"I told you; we're all awkward." 

He sat, cross legged, next to her. "You're way too hard on yourself."

"If anything, I'm the one being overdramatic." Ari didn't need to hear about his stupid issues that no one could fix. It was a mistake to bring that up.

He stared into her icy blue eyes. "How about we go back, and I don't talk about my issues anymore? I'm sure you're already tired of them."

He traced the seam of the grey tile on the floor. It used to have a waxy sheen; now it was streaked and smudged. 

And, at the same time, his eyes traced her face. Strong cheeks, dark red lips, and thick blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She was beautiful, and he didn't understand why she was so shy.

"Y'know," he began, staring into her sky blue eyes. "You're quite pretty."

He reddened immediately after he said it.