Rush was pleased with himself that she didn't get irritated by his joke. Although, the attempt at the joke was turned poor by his laughing – he really felt like he could have pulled it off if he maintained a serious expression. Or perhaps being serious may have had the opposite effect he desired. He was certain one of his friends would have appreciated it.

He prepared to pull one of the chairs out for her, but she had seated herself before he had a chance to provide the courtesy. He prepared to provide her with his name as he reached for the back of his own chair, poised to slide in across from her. He was momentarily startled when she reacted about the car. A delayed reaction, he noted.

The boy was quick to apologize. Maybe his joke hadn't gone over so well. He scratched at the back of his head somewhat nervously. “Sorry... That was sort of supposed to be a prank. It would be fine if you did scratch it. I could always get a new vehicle.” There was a pause as he realized he spoke casually of replacing his sports car with a different one rather than taking it into a shop to have the damage from the scratches fixed. “If you're interested, I could probably help you get into a car of your own like that one out there.”

He seated himself, finally choosing to introduce himself. “My name is Rush. Like, as in... Rush Hour?” He speculated, as though he felt the need to compare his name to something because she had. He considered her last remark, but the intended meaning seemed to be lost on him. “Do you pluck then?” He prodded and pantomimed playing something like a guitar. “Like strings,” he clarified.

~*~*~*~*~ 

Julianna continued to scribe into her notebook as though she were writing notes from the lecture. Her gaze drifted between the aforementioned teacher and the classmate she had passed her not to. Her hands seemed to retrieve the note, almost eagerly. Her fingers worked the folds open as quietly and inconspicuously as possible.

Her pen immediately began to scratch at the paper below his handwriting. Her letters slanted to the right, and she nearly hovered over the paper as she wrote. Unlike most of the members of the class, she leaned over her paper as she wrote, her head a scant few inches from the tip of her writing utensil. When she had finished scrawling her message, she folded along the lines that were already in the paper. Julianna's eyes flitted from the note before her and the teacher as she went about her actions.

She leaned over, scooting the piece of paper back onto Theo's desk.

[quote]If there isn't much to see then we should get out of here.
Don't you agree?[/quote]