<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4187061#msg4187061">Quote from: nightender on 27-01-2011, 09:25:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">  "And I'm sorry if it seemed like I was dodging you.  It's not every day that I make tea for a beautiful woman."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jenna smiled for the boy.<em><strong>"Oh, aren't you sweet!"</strong></em>If she heard one more absolute fucking loser like this try to sound like he's all cool and suave thinking he could make points by calling her beautiful, she would... maybe ... send  a plague or something to wipe out the population of the whole city.  Of course she's beautiful, and there are more appropriate ways for losers like that to say it.  From their knees, crying or begging, perhaps.  At any rate, Jenna decided to keep up the act, playing sweet enough for him so that he's willing to put up with the occasional putdown.  And submit to interrogation, of course.<br/><br/><em><strong>"It sounds to me like you weren't beaten up at all, but pushed down a flight of stairs.  That was a cheap shot.  And over a girl.  I like that part.  So, when you get back to school, are you gonna kick his ass and take his girl away or what?"  </strong> </em>She resisted, somehow, the urge to laugh out loud at that, knowing it was probably some football jock or something who had done the pushing, and the girl was way out of his league.<em><strong>"No one would blame you if you did."</strong></em><br/><br/>A moment later she felt a bit more of a chill in the already too-cool house as the wind shifted outside.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Feels like you have a window open."</em></strong>