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

Gretchen followed Anthony out of the cafeteria, prancing towards him, humming jubilantly, childishly. 

She now stood in front of Anthony Luthor. In his height, in her boots which gave her a few centimetres in height, she was as tall as him, eye-to-eye. His suave attire; his well-mannered groomed appearance; those sexy eyes; those delicious, kissable lips; and look at that buff body masked by that look of a nerd! A secretive man worth exploring and dissecting, ooohhhh, this could be fun, she bit her lips in seduction, highlighting her sexy red lips. 

“So tell me, what’s a Luthor doing here? I mean, what’s a [i]Luthor[/i] doing here? Now now I understand you have your emotion-inducing powers and all that business, but why is the son of a multi-billionaire genius mastermind, potentially the ruler of the world, stuck in this garbage excuse of a school? 

You expect me to believe you want to be some kind of hero!? I mean, come on! I’m sure the evil vibe from your father rubbed off onto you. You totally got that going for you. You’re like, all sinister and stuff and I like that.

Hmmm? Hmmm?”

In her growing enthusiasm under the sunlight, the bright light Gretchen emanated figuratively became rather descriptive, she almost glowing in empowerment.