This was not going all that well, the knot in Johns stomach was a clear sign of that.<br/>"No, not so much with the soul mate thing. Look I'm sorry, I talk alot when I'm feeling awkward. It's not always a good thing".<br/><br/>Taking a few moments to compose himself, and sit more upright than before he continued. He'd done what he was best at, ruined something before it even started.<br/>"Its pretty obvious your not smelling the roses today. I get it if you'd rather get home in silence, I apologise, I just really hope I haven't screwed it up even more for you"<br/><br/>He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but was that too much. Why the hell was it even his business. She just looked lost.<br/>And as the song went, the one he had painfully word for word remembered.<br/><br/><strong></strong><div align="center">The things I want to say to you get lost before they come<br/>The only thing that's worse than one is none<br/>The only thing that's worse than one is none.<br/></div>[/b]<br/><br/>As he spoke he glanced over towards the pile of books, more for somewhere to look away to than anything else, but it did at least give him a chance to see what they were.