Jorge looked down at the short girl and spotted movement. In response, he raised his hand, thinking that the girl wanted to shake hands. That was not the case. While she brushed the bangs from her face, he lowered his hands with a flush red face. He took a small step backwards and sighed softly, mentally kicking himself for being stupid.

[i]You see, Jorge? This is exactly why you should have kept walking. She obviously saw that, and now thinks you're an idiot. [/i]

His solemn mood was brightened for a moment, however, as he listened to the girl, who apparently was named Harper, ramble on about wanting company. He smiled for a split second before consciously making his face go straight. He reached up with his right hand and tugged absentmindedly at his left shirt sleeve. Jorge sighed silently as she continued on, and decided to study his new companion. It took him a couple of seconds to register the fact that she had asked him a question - two, in fact.. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Um. Yeah. Sure. That's fine I guess. And uh, yeah, there was." He paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes in silent thought. Did she know he had detention? Was she a stalker? Obviously not. She was probably waiting for a friend. "I was in there today, got caught doing a.... special favor for a potential friend, this dude named Walker or something." He tilted his head and frowned again. "Speaking of which, I didn't see him in there, they called his name and he wasn't there...." He trailed off and shook his head. "Sorry. Didn't mean to ramble." He side-stepped and walked past the girl, hoping that he wouldn't come off as rude, and hoping that she would follow. "The name is Jorge, by the way."