"I don't like them."

She smiled.

He blinked.

He'd answered immediately, without a second thought. Looking around himself, he was suddenly deep into an introspective of his self, caused by a random (And attractive- to him, at least-) girl. He looked at her again, and that smile seemed to light him up.

"Wow. That's surprisingly mean-spirited. And straightforward. I was expecting you to stutter and throw up all over the place, or just blow me off." She spoke, an amused tone in her voice.

He chuckled.

"Really now? Well, I'm rather offended you think so little of me, young woman!" He spoke, faking an English accent. A rather terrible one, too. Strangely, he did not feel strange with talking to her. Rather, he found it to be alarmingly easy. It... Just flowed out of him.

She laughed at his statement, and retorted.

"Well, kind sir, you don't exactly seem approachable yourself!" She was grinning now, her lips parting in a cheshire smirk that he inexplicably adored.

"Really now, why so? I thought I was making myself completely clear that I am naught but a fine gentleman!"

She laughed, hard. And he couldn't help but smile.

"Wanna sit?" He blinked again. Not like him today.

He expected her answer readily.