<i><b><span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#59b300">Shawn had not expected to hear such a question from Parvaneh, or from any girl for that matter.  He blushed, wondering if he should answer her, the motions of her hands on her breasts causing Shawn to blush more.  He let out a stammered voice, but not answering her.  Instead, he said to her, "The human physique...okay, thank you."<br/>
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When he returned to his seat, he noticed that his table mate was ready, killing time by drawing on an almost finished picture, the paper covered in varying gradients of black and gray, her fingers coated in charcoal.  Her name was Veronica, someone Shawn had known since they were both children in school, but never socialized.  Veronica had grown into such a stunning young woman: a short stature, around five foot tall, little spunky thing, can be crass but not really a total bitch unless a person made her upset.  Shawn couldn't help but watch as she worked, seeing her drawing was of a woman, a typical nude figure kind of thing, the figure with arms crossed over the breasts, hair long and smooth, much like Veronica's.  "That's a very nice drawing.  Must have been working on it for a while, huh?"</span></span></b></i>