"Yeah, but you have to admit, brawn and might never hurt," he joked. As she smiled and sat next to him, he didn't miss the differences in how she treated him.<em>Vain little bitch, aren't you?</em><br/><br/>He sucked in his breath when she touched his bruised hand. "Stings a litte," he admitted, "But I'll be fine."<br/><br/>"So, what's a pretty thing like you doing here alone? Not to be nosy or anything, but sitting alone and reading are usually the last thing people come here to do."