There were a few seconds of silence, and then,  buzz went off. Sophia looked at the table and, sure enough, there was Tim's phone, face down. She made a show of rolling her eyes at the situation, giggling to herself  bit. Tim was not a prepared human being in any sense of the word, but for some reason, that made him a little more endearing to her.

Just then, she heard the clicking of a door behind her. She turned around to catch where the noise was coming from and--

Tim just stood there, frozen. He didnt know what to do. He was standing there, still wet from the shower, a blue towel luckily wrapped around his waist. His nest of brown hair, which was usually down about his forehead and a bit of his eyes, was swept back by the shower water, showing off his full face. He felt his cheeks going red. He still [i]could not move.[/i] What was he supposed to do in this kin of situation?

"Um..." he spoke, softly. "Good...um...morning?"