'Awkward Pause'

You pause awkwardly as you reach the bench - you were confident before but now... you aren't so sure. Luckily she hasn't looked up yet from her phone. You cough politely to get her attention. She looks up briefly and shoots you a questioning glance before scooting over on the bench to make space. She immediately drops back down to her phone. She's looking at photos of a guy. You instinctively know it's her ex, Simon.

"Thanks" you awkwardly blurt before sitting down on the bench beside her.

"De rien" she answers without paying you much attention. Damn her accent was sexy.

What did she say? Oh wait. She's French. Fuck - you wish you paid more attention in class now. WAIT! You can translate! Just like Carl did - just... focus.

"Are you uh, waiting on someone?" you ask politely.

"Sort of."

Perfect. I can understand her now.

"Seems a shame to make a pretty girl wait - I'd probably be a few hours early if I had to meet up with you." Fuck, that was both smooth AND cheesy.

"Ha!" she smirks and turns to you - paying more attention now. Her exposed boobs are still out on full display and it takes all your willpower to not ogle them.

"All right Mr. Stranger - what are you playing at?"

You gulp down. You didn't really have a plan, you just wanted to help her feel better. Well, honestly is the best policy - right?

"Honestly, I just wanted to sit next to you. You're pretty and you seem a little down, I figured I'd come along and talk for a bit."

A genuine smile crosses her face. A real smile, not a polite one - one that actually warms your heart. (It excited your dick too - but let's keep focused here.)

"That's... sweet of you. I'm just, thinking. Waiting really."

"For what?" you ask.

Her countenance cracks and she places her pretty face into her hands and lets loose a sob. Whoa. You weren't ready for this.

"I-I thought he loved me..." she cries into her palms, "... then I find him bedhopping with that skank."

She spends the next minutes (or was it hours? You can't really tell in this world) baring her soul to you. How Simon was so gentle and kind to her - and how she trusted him and how they were each other's firsts. She even brought up how they experimented with rough play with each other. Now - since he left her - she felt like a huge part of her soul was missing. It was kind of sad really.

She stops and looks into your eyes, most of her tears have gone and those big pools of bluish-green are focused on you. You want to say something - it only feels right.