Bridgette eyed the boy in front of her. He was nice and calm, not loud and annoying like she often thought herself to be. When he asked what she was her smile faltered a bit. She hoped he wouldn't ask, but obviously that didn't work out well. How do I tell him I'm someone who controls men, she thought dully. She really didn't want people to already not like her. Shoulders slumping slightly, she looked at Misha awaiting her answer, hoping no one questioned her further and just forgot about it.