Yvette took the knife from Jhett and smiled reassuringly, in a way letting him know she’d be back before standing up and jogging over to the other boy (Kyle) who had asked for it, although she had no idea why he needed a knife. As she got closer and saw his injury she winced, wanting to look away but not wanting to be impolite. [b]”H-here’s that knife you wanted,”[/b] she said softly, getting on her knees next to him and handing it to him. [b]”I’m Yvette,”[/b] she said with an unsure smile, trying to get his mind maybe off his pain and onto talking.