<span style="color: #FF0000">Carlos looked sideways at Erin, still carrying the roll of material, as she asked him to guess what she was using the material for. She was smirking, and her tone was playful, and Carlos could barely stand to look at her. Her mannerisms were painfully cute. Slowly, however, he was beginning to feel comfortable.<br/><br/>Erin turned to face him and asked him what he thought she was. She was in full splendor, and he noticed all the details about her, from her tattoo to the red lips she so often twisted into a smirk to the coffee stains on her pajamas. He raised his eyebrow and smirked himself.<br/><br/>"Probably a bum," he said, walking past her and rubbing his right arm and shoulder against her as he looked a bit more carefully at the next piece of material he had seen her considering. It was a roll of black leather, supple and begging to be cut up. He looked down at the roll of cotton he was carrying, then turned back to Erin with a less teasing smile.<br/><br/>"My guess is you're... a curtain designer!" he proclaimed, exaggerating his excitement and looking at her for a reaction. "No, obviously not," he amended quickly. He looked to her coffee stained pajamas again. "It looks like you make clothes, right? I don't know much about fashion, though, so you'd need to tell me more about it. Are you studying it or doing it for a living? If I'm even right, that is."<br/><br/>"Nah," he said, responding to her question as she handed him the roll of black leather. "I'm Cedric Diggory from the Harry Potter movies, don't you recognize me?"</span>