[center][b]Gretchen [/b][/center]

Gretchen gladly enjoyed her tuna-mayo sandwich as she observed the people around her. They were so noisy, so active, so… oblivious to everything around them except for what’s in front of them, and even then they are so blind! A mild observation of everyone around her and she could make out the finer details that denoted their behaviours, and therefore connoted their personalities. What little science experiments waiting to be tested, how feeble their minds must be to just cra-

“Sorry, lost in thought.”

The crud? How’d sh- whatever. She was far too engaged in breaking down this one boy apart mentally to have noticed the girl out of nowhere. Hmm… 

[i]Age… not above 20… Dark hair with highlights… Guitar on her back… Light-weight and short, [/i] as she thought to herself.

“By all means,” she said as her hand gestured, inviting to the chair close to her, her bright, polished teeth a winning smile, photogenic to most cameramen in all industries.

“What’s your favourite book, you little shy bookworm, you?” a diminutive remark, perhaps a way for this [u]Kalinda[/u] to open up.