Why was he being so nice to her? That was all that was going through Naomi's head as yet again, Raven assured her she wasn't making a fool of herself. But she felt like she was and no amount of comfort from him was going to change her mind. Perhaps she was folding in to herself too far to see that perhaps, he enjoyed her company a bit more than she gave him - and herself - credit for. However, she didn't have her safety net since Dez had ran off somewhere, and so she was here. Talking with a dangerously attractive male. Totally sounding like a spazz. Dezember should have left her at home.
Tugging her lower lip with her teeth idly, an ever-present habit of hers, Naomi allowed her gaze to drift over to the crowd of people. Surely enough, more and more people were coming inside and it would be packed soon. She knew the Deltas were probably ecstatic about that and unconsciously thought about texting her president to see if she was here. However, she found it rude to text someone when she was supposed to be talking to Raven and it wasn't like she could fathom leaving him any time soon. Like always, he was the magnet her gaze could not help but wander back to, even when she willed herself to focus on something else. "So, then what makes you so different from all the other guys then?" She decided to ask bravely, attempting to stand a bit taller if she was going to tell herself that she was going to see their conversation through. "No offense, but you don't take me as any of these students and well, I've never seen you on campus before." She knew she was a bit old to be with some of these kids, but Naomi already had a degree. She was just going further. Raven seemed like a story she couldn't wait to read.
Tugging her lower lip with her teeth idly, an ever-present habit of hers, Naomi allowed her gaze to drift over to the crowd of people. Surely enough, more and more people were coming inside and it would be packed soon. She knew the Deltas were probably ecstatic about that and unconsciously thought about texting her president to see if she was here. However, she found it rude to text someone when she was supposed to be talking to Raven and it wasn't like she could fathom leaving him any time soon. Like always, he was the magnet her gaze could not help but wander back to, even when she willed herself to focus on something else. "So, then what makes you so different from all the other guys then?" She decided to ask bravely, attempting to stand a bit taller if she was going to tell herself that she was going to see their conversation through. "No offense, but you don't take me as any of these students and well, I've never seen you on campus before." She knew she was a bit old to be with some of these kids, but Naomi already had a degree. She was just going further. Raven seemed like a story she couldn't wait to read.
Nate liked the way she lost herself in dancing. He could tell that when she responded to his first statement about her feistiness that she was fighting not to truly lose herself. He respected that. Parties like these were never meant for small talk. It was all about dancing, getting drunk and having a good time. He couldn't even find it in him to fault her on it, but he did his best to keep her gaze on him. She had nice eyes and he wanted to see them. It didn't surprise him, then, that their gaze ultimately locked and as they both danced, Nate found himself even more drawn to her. Even physically for he honestly had placed just a bit more space between the two of them originally but suddenly found himself just a bit closer. If she leaned into him, they would be chest to chest and to be completely honest, he didn't know how he felt about it.
Instead of focusing on his puzzling attraction to this one girl, he focused on her response and allowed himself to chuckle. Psychology? Why was he so surprised by it? It was an intriguing visual, her studying the best psychology texts and conducting researches and case studies. Smirking, he inquired, "A budding psychologist, huh? Think you can give me a psych evaluation?"
Instead of focusing on his puzzling attraction to this one girl, he focused on her response and allowed himself to chuckle. Psychology? Why was he so surprised by it? It was an intriguing visual, her studying the best psychology texts and conducting researches and case studies. Smirking, he inquired, "A budding psychologist, huh? Think you can give me a psych evaluation?"