Coffee!

You smile and follow after her, quickening your pace to walk alongside the naked girl. "Ssssso, um, you said you're a m-m-mixed martial a-a-artist? That's cool!"

"Yeah!" she says, grinning. "My style is a mutt of mostly boxing, muay thai, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, judo, taekwondo, karate, sanshou, and even amateur wrestling. Girl's gotta know how to defend herself. It's really not hard to break outta someone's hold or throw and topple jerkoffs bigger than you if ya know how. By the way, ya doin' okay there, tiger? You're stammerin' an awful lot." Oh, shit, she noticed... I mean, how could she not? But she commented on it.

"I-I-I'm f-fine..." Calling you out on the stutter only makes it worse! "M-m-most c-conversat-tions i-i have w-with girls a-are j-just homew-work relat-ted... s-s-so... I-I rarely a-actually t-talk to a-any... much l-less o-one s-so..." You don't want to finish that last part for fear of offending her. "Uh, y-you a-are amazing! You're b-both geeky and b-badass!" God, that was lame... Hopefully the sincerity of your goofy statement makes it better.

Surprisingly, Mable blushes at your words. She looks to the side a bit to hide the bright red blush extending from her face to the tops of her breasts. Despite her tan, her brushes are surprisingly prominent and she's showing so much skin (all of it, to be precise) that it seems to spread farther than most. Still, she grins, putting up her wall of confidence again. "Y-Yeah, I'm pretty awesome. Brains and brawn, right here! Heh heh heh!" Was she not used to genuine praise?

You and the naked girl arrive at the café and get in line. Short line, being a book store café. You'll be next, but it seems the girl in front is having a chat with the barista, who she knows. Judging from the tone and words, they seem to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Mable turns around to face you again, the turn causing her breasts to swing from the momentum, though she stops their further swaying by crossing her arms under them.

"Hey, what you said a bit ago... Much less one so... what?" She inquires, quirking an eyebrow at you, though her expression is neutral.

Shit...