He flirts with Ophelia

Yes, Matt was a teen, completely self-absorbed, and superficial enough to want to fit into the community of annoying rich people. But Ophelia was an attractive woman and Matt didn't go out of his way to be a jerk to attractive women. Besides, Ophelia looked particularly sharp today. {if Ophelia>20}She'd dispensed with the uniform slacks, replacing them with a short skirt that showed off long muscular legs, and she'd definitely left at least one more button undone on her tight uniform tunic top, displaying an impressive cleavage. {else}Her tunic top was form-fitting, displaying her impressive bustline to good effect.{endif}

"What's up, Ophelia?" Matt said. "I thought you looked pretty yesterday, but you're even prettier today."

"Aren't you the charmer? You'd better sit your cute little ass down so I can get my big ass in gear."

"Sure, Ophelia. Just one question. Would you like to go out sometime?"

She'd been maneuvering the bus back into the windy street but abruptly jammed on the brakes. "Are you shitting me?"

"Dead serious."

"I'm way too old for you and maybe you didn't notice but I'm black."

"Ohmigod, you're kidding. You're black? How could I not notice? That changes everything."

"Shut up, fool."

"And I don't think you're too old."

"Yeah, well, no."

"Think about it?"

{if Ophelia>10}"Yeah, sure kid, I'll think about it."{else}"What I think is you're crazy."{endif}