Was it tough becoming Vegetarian?

What did he know about Wendy? She was bad in Algebra, had red hair, a cute figure with adorable little tits and a sweet ass, danced enthusiastically but without much rhythm, and she was vegetarian. He didn't want to talk about Algebra. He would have been happy to discuss her tits but suspected that would go about as badly as talking about anal. He had to guess, though, that she had strong feelings on vegetarianism.

"How long have you been vegetarian?"

Bingo. That set her off on an involved conversation bringing up her reading of The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, her father's objections, and her sister's condemnation.

Matt was intrigued by the idea of a sister but managed not to ask if Wendy had a photo.

He asked more questions about her family and then, remembering she'd said something about tennis on the bus, segued into her sports activities. He was able to contribute his own experiences while being careful not to dominate the conversation.

Before he knew it, they'd finished their sandwich (which was only moderately terrible although Matt certainly would have preferred the roast beef) and their Cokes. Which is when Wendy's phone chimed.

"Oh." She looked at the screen. "My mother is reminding me that it's a school night."

"I guess I should let you get back home," Matt said. "Don't worry about getting me back, I can walk."

"You're not walking home. My mom won't mind if I'm a few minutes late."