Izzy narrowed her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh when Blake followed her. But at least she had gained his interest. She left the door open as she pulled her toothbrush from the holder on the sink.
	“You’re awfully confident about your ‘success ratio’ for a twelve-year-old,” she said not unkindly as she looked at him sideways, and slathered toothpaste on the brush. She could not help but wish she had his level of self-assurance. She started brushing her teeth absently as Blake rattled off his assessment questions, trying to not nod, though the gentle pink on her cheeks gave away her answers. 
	She finished with her teeth, then spat out her mouth-full of foamy toothpaste. “Thanks, Love Doctor. I’ll spare your bacon for today as payment.” She picked up her hairbrush. “How about this one:” she glanced to Blake in the mirror, “how can a girl tell if [i]he’s[/i] interested in [i]her?[/i]”