((Hey look! We're both accepted! *confetti*  I have to apologize; I just now realized I completely changed the setting you had initially written about. That darn alley must have really been stuck in my head!))<br/><br/>A small shiver shook Aeryn only for a brief moment before her body heat intensified, her hoodie slowly being forced to dry in accordance. It really was rather handy, this inner heating unit she possessed. Winter never was a problem for her, in fact, she only wore pants and a hoodie because they were comfortable clothes, and to keep her from looking like a fool. Summer, however, was slightly unbearable. While Wilshire's summers were never the warmest in the country, temperatures above eighty made Aeryn absolutely melt, even in the tiniest of shorts and tanks she could find.<br/><br/>Heck! Had it been socially acceptable, she might have just ran around naked. After all, she was surprisingly comfortable in her own body.<br/><br/>Her glare softened ever so slightly as she caught his minute reaction to her unveiling. Boys were so predictable sometimes, always driven by their hormones. As he began stumbling over his words, she became distracted with the thought of him. It would be a blatant lie to call him anything less than attractive. He held himself with a certain confidence, and if there was anything that attracted Aeryn most, it was someone who possessed self-confidence.<br/><br/>"<strong>All wet?</strong>" She asked, arching one eyebrow curiously as she was dragged back to the conversation at hand. Reaching up, she unzipped her hoodie, slipping out of it and revealing a form-fitting black camisole, a small ribbon of her stomach now visible. She tossed the hoodie to him, her lips now curling in a smirk, "<strong>I haven't a clue what you mean. I'm perfectly dry and so is it.</strong>" She obviously was eluding the more important implication, but that was a part of her game. It was obvious that these two shared more in common than one could surmise at first glance.<br/><br/>Without another word she turned and began to walk out of the alleyway and into the street. She didn't much care if he followed or not, though she had a sneaky suspicion that he would.