Winter couldn't help but once again quirk an eyebrow crossing her arms and leaning to one side, "Really? Strange? Why would the Presidents son be interested in just a punk kid like me?", she asked very blunt leaning against the wall. "I have a photographic memory", Winter said to him before he freaked out or asked how she knew or even denied her claim. "Anything I see, hear, or read I remember forever, so don't worry I'm not a spy or gonna say anything since you like your privacy", she said with a shrug like it was no big deal. Wasn't like she was going to blab it around.<br/><br/>"Name's Winter", she finally said taking out another candy bar and threw it at him. "Here".