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[center]“Cute is when a person’s personality shines through their looks.” 
– Natalie Portman
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[color=662d91][b]"Really? Sweet! Can I have your lunch money and your phone?"[/b][/color]

Bea stiffened.  She didn't understand the laugh.  She had said he could take what he needed but this was a bit cruel.  Her impassive face turned to confusion as she pulled the flip phone from her pocket and started to hand it to him.  Her hand was shaking.  Maybe he just needed to make a quick call?  As for lunch money, she always brought her own lunch.  She didn't carry cash either, just the credit card her fathers let her use when she needed something.  She never bought more than art supplies with it though.

[color=662d91][b]"Just joking... What makes you think I don’t like you? I’ve only been talking to you for five minutes and it’s not like you’ve been a dick. I’m not about to turn around and ditch you as soon as I see another person walk in."[/b][/color]

Oh.  She put the phone back into her pocket and considered him a moment.  He had just been joking.  Right?  So he did consider them to be at the beginning of a friendship?  A blush formed over her cheeks and turned the tips of her ears all red.  He really didn't mind talking to her?  She looked down and began to push her curls to help cover some of her face.  She didn't know what to think of that.  He wasn't the type of person - at least didn't look like the type of person - who would be interested in her.  He looked like the type of person who would hang out with much cooler people.  People who would make a ruckus at the park or drink beer in the parking lot.

[color=E0633C][b]"I'm a bit... strange.  I sometimes say the wrong thing.  Or I accidentally say something mean.  So, I think I make a lot of people uncomfortable.  And being friends with me might hurt your chances to find other friends.  Maybe."[/b][/color]  She sighed and turned more in her seat.  Laying her arms over the back she rested her chin on her hands.  Her blush had begun to diminish and the much more natural resting bored face returned.  [color=E0633C][b]"But I'd be glad to be friends with you.  If it turns out you don't like me just say so.  It won't hurt me."[/b][/color]

Bea studied his face again before saying,  [color=E0633C][b]"Where are you from?  You speak funny."[/b][/color]  She lifted one of her fingers and tapped her lips.