Charlette looked at him, a little surprised to hear him admit that he felt the same. But did he mean it the same way? She meant it as she liked him, without fully saying those exact words. Leaving it to his interpretation.<br/><br/>She shook her head and smiled a bit. "Right.. I wouldn't ever anyways. I don't really like those alcoholic, raging, immature silly college boys anyways."<br/><br/>She was staring up into his eyes without really noticing it. Picturing him just leaning down and planting his lips on her. Her eyes dropped to his lips as well... She betted they were soft and warm. Once she caught herself, she blushed softly, cleared her throat, and looked back up at the stars.