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Beth was surprised at the guy's effort to make her correctly make wish...it was just a wish. One that probably wouldn't even come true. She stopped dead in tracks like a dog shot down on the highway. This familiar face was firmly planted in front of her but the stance was more shy than demanding. Beth sighed, she was becoming a little bit irratiated with this man. "Ugh, I can't let you do that," he said to her. She frowns at him and cocks an eyebrow in a questioning way.

"Oh, and why's that? You act as if this one small thing will end the world," She replied and placed her hands on her lip. The move was not to be taken as "sassy" but she just needed a place to put her hands. She sprouts a smile, "If it really bothers you so much and you really have to fix this then go for it. I've got time to spare." She didn't have time to spare at all but this was a way to get out of packing and getting groceries. Which worked fine for Beth, she hated both of those particular activities. Plus, she hasn't had contact with any other person besides Mr. and Mrs. Monroe and her aunt in over a month. This was nice, despite the reasons behind. Her bright smile faded to a small one but nevertheless she tried to maintain a friendly face.

She grabs a penny from his open hand throws it in the air and then catches, "And on the first try, I'm so smooth." She says and then laughs. She takes a deep breath and looks at the kid, "Well, before this starts I'd like to be able to address you. Names Beth and yourself?" She looks at him but his face is straight down to the ground. She shifts uncomfortably and glances at her shoes, "Are my shoes really that cool?" She says and then laughs nervously at her bad attempt at a joke. Her phone light up in her pocket and vibrated against her thigh. She sighed, her aunt was most definitely calling her. She places her hand on her pocket, but decides against answering. It's rude while she's talking to...this guy. Whatever his name is, she thought to herself.

Jesse simply stares, unmoved by her words or actions. He had no particular interest in anything other than her proper flicking of the coin so he could go already and get going. He looks around warily when she asked for his name, fixing his glasses twice again before figuring that the cars told him it was a good day and this might just be part of that good day they were talking about. "Jesse," he asnwered simply before turning exactly ninety degrees to face the fountain with an already chosen and prepared coin on the top of his closed fist. "I don't know," he asnwered curtly, eyes now glued on the fountain and not her shoes. "Answer your phone, please," he said, turning his gaze on her pocket when the sound rung in his ear, biting his lip in anxious anticipation.