<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Under a tree in the front lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sunspot, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awkward meeting with Roberto<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/39/c4/69/39c4697e5b0b9070f0943ed66a50fc9e.jpg), gloves (https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5588640/il_570xN.309568349.jpg), blue skinny jeans, and a pair of dirty converse sneakers<br/><hr/><br/>Tessa looked at his hand as he extended it out to her before reaching up to take it. Her gloved hand lightly gripped his and shook his hand in a hardly firm handshake as he introduced himself. She decided on Sunspot, being that it was the name he chose to give himself, or so she assumed. It wasn't long before she was blushing again, though, after hearing that he had been calling her pretty. She still wasn't used to it, not matter who said it. She'd already been called pretty several times, two of whom had actually seen the scar she hid behind her bangs. It was so ingrained in her that she was a monster, as she had been told time and time again by her stepfather, that she was having trouble getting used to being called attractive.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh... Um... Sure,"</strong>she replied to his request to sit and quickly closed her sketchpad and gathered her pens so they wouldn't be in the way. She swept them under her legs, in the open space between her feet and her butt, then hugged her sketchpad to her chest again. She was becoming very self-conscious of the shirt she had decided to wear. Usually she would've worn a sweater or sweatshirt, but it was such a nice day out that she had decided to wear something a little lighter. The material was thin and the breeze easily blew through it, which made her nervous that her nipples would poke through if there was a cool breeze. She really should've worn a bra, but they were so uncomfortable!<br/><br/>When he sat down, she scooted away from him a bit, giving him more room as if there wasn't an entire lawn around them. She definitely didn't know how to act when a handsome guy was so close to her.<strong> "A bit new. I've been here about two weeks now. I don't usually draw attention when I can help it, so... yeah."</strong>She stopped herself from admitting that she had seen him several times already since arriving at the school. She tended to be more like a shadow in someone's peripheral vision.<br/><br/><strong>"I, um... I've never played soccer. Or any sports, actually. I don't really know how the game works, but it's fun to watch," </strong>she mentioned, hoping to get the attention off of her and back to the game in front of them.<strong>"Is there usually a lot of goals being made, cause I don't think there's been more than two so far.</strong>"