I was totally surprised. Ashae was trying to keep her cool. I could tell. But still, something had come over her, and she was losing the fight with. Though, I think it's obvious she didn't really want to win. If this was some kind of prank, she was gooooood. Like, really good. As in, she should fucking go into acting, and win every award, and do it with ease. But that seemed so unlikely, it had to be real. I don't remember Hagu ever being this way. Wow, did I just 'call' her Hagu? I've never done that. Oh well, it works, I s'pose. It's not too out of the ordinary since everyone else calls her that.
But back to the matter at hand. After a split second glance with just my eyes, I ignored Saray's little display. She was putting on quite a spectacle, obviously disturbed. 'She's just jealous' I think to myself, not really being serious, just something I usually think or say at certain times. I had no way to know if Saray was really jealous or not, and I didn't really care at the moment. For right, now the thing I least expected to happen was happening right now, and very quickly. Perhaps Hagu just couldn't contain it? Maybe everything just kind of hit her now, and she was, almost involuntarily, reacting in this way. That made the most sense. Hell, it's not like I don't get a long with her. I love hanging out with her, and hell, of course she's pretty. I thought this right before she asked me the same question. I didn't answer right away. Hell, I was still a bit bewildered. I was thinking of all that was going on. Hm, she's not my usual type. Not by any means. But to be perfectly honest, it's all about compatibilty, on every other level but physical appearance. The personality is the key. To me, at least, an ugly personality makes even the most beautiful women, seem atrocious. Screw it. Let's give this a go!
"Of course I think you're pretty," I said, in a matter-of-fact sort of tone, like it was obvious, as well as not wanting to make a huge deal. "Now sit down properly so we don't draw too much attention to our car. Don't want to get pulled over and be late for our plane! That would really, really suck." As I was saying this, I grabbed onto her small frame and gently turned to sit on my lap. It's a good thing she was light. Not that I would have complained, but it just made everything more comfortable, allowing me to focus on what was going on at hand. I was pretty sure the others had less than positive thought on what just took place so abruptly, and kind of dangerously in the car ride to the air port. But I have never really cared what others thought, especially if it honestly didn't really matter. What does it matter to anyone else if me and Ashae want to see if we work out together. You never know about anything, unless you've given it an honest try. Well, the plane trip will be really, really interesting now, surprisingly enough. I suppose I should thank Ashae later, for giving us so much to discuss on the way over.