Hemingway Academy Of The Arts

Lolita - I looked down at my hand, "I mean, you're attractive..."

Greg: "Tell me something I don't know," I joked.

Lolita - "Well, you're also not my type!" I lied.

Greg: I shrugged. "That's cool. I have a girlfriend anyway."

Lolita - I tried to hide my shock, "That's surprising." I admit

Greg: "Why?"

Lolita - "You just don't seem the boyfriend type. And you called me babe."

Greg: I shrugged. "So? We're not really dating. It's for the press."

(Oh, you guys continued without me How should I jump in?)

(We'll come back and include you. sorry)

Lolita - "Oh, I see." I say looking down at the food the waiter placed in front of us.

Louie... I have a free boy... He's on the first page. I basically missed all these pages...

(again, sorry :/)

(Alright, it's cool! And Hooters, uh, just to catch you up....they talked in class, and now are at lunch. Well, two of them are---my character isn't. Do you just want to jump in by seeing my character on the campus or something?)

(You should all go to the restaurant!)

(Yeah!)

(Haha, sounds good! Maybe after my character and Hooters' character meet?)

(Alright )

(waiting...)

(Hooters, I"m just going to have my character go to the restaurant. You can meet us there.)

Aria: I walk into the restaurant, where I see Greg and Lolita sitting at a table. Absentmindedly, I comb my fingers through my hair and adjust the white, cotton dress that I'm wearing under my grey cardigan. "Hey guys," I say, acting chipper. "Mind if I join you?" Wow, I wasn't being awkward!

Greg: I shrugged. "Pop a squat."

Aria: I nod. "Don't mind if I do. So, how's it going? What're you guys talking about?"

Greg: I shrugged. "Nothing much."

Aria: "Oh, I see." Ah, awkward silences. Gotta love them...I guess....not really. "Uh, so it's a nice restaurant..."

Greg: "yeah," I said. "So, tell me about yourself again."

Aria: I chuckle. "Again? Do you really not remember anything I said about myself earlier? Your not self-centered at all," I say sarcastically.