Again she missed her chance to speak as she watched Neil head back to his table. Sighing, Sarynne closed her book completely, shoved it away from her, and let her head fall on it hard, several times. Inwardly chastising herself for her inability to be more vocal, and being shy. After performing the bizarre little ritual five or six times, she left her head on the book, her cheeks stained a dark rose, and cast shy glances towards Neil's table, thinking to herself, "He's kind of cute.."