Lunara takes a bite of the cinnamon pretzel. Her eyes light up and sparkle with delight. "Yummy." She says softly. Too softly to be heard at the moment. She had a feeling why the thug wanted to pick a fight with her. He looked like the one Senorita Lisa was flaunting off in a picture earlier at the school. They got into a cat fight where Lisa got her ass kicked. She ran off saying my boyfriend will get you bitch. In spanish of course but she had understood it. She didn't speak to the girls much. For some reason they were hating on her because of her natural, and apparently rare in this country, hourglass figure.<br/><br/>She felt eyes upon her yet didn't move at all. The cinnamon pretzel was beyond delicious. "Muy delicioso." (very delicious) She was still eating the pretzel when she looked up and around feeling someone getting closer. Seeing nothing of immediate interest she went back to eating. Years of untrained street fighting and then paying for lessons in various forms of ways to fight...led her to be a round about sort of way to being a trained fighter. She did not go around picking fights....much. Just with the preppy girls who thought they were all that and were total bitches to her. They needed an ass kicking or two.<br/><br/>She looked to the man when she heard him speak and zoned in on him. Nodding her head. "Si. Senor." She says softly. Smiling at him warmly. She was a happy go lucky person not hardened by anything over the years. Not even what she did. "How can I help you sir?" she asks with a warm and easy going tone. Taking another bite of her pretzel. "These are the best pretzels ever." She says. Giggling in clear and utter delight at the pretzel.