"Umm...D-do you mind if sit down?" you ask, apparently catching her off guard. She looks you over from top to bottom, then smiles faintly.
"Sure, why not?"
Sweet.
After a moment or two of awkward silence, Cindy looks at you. "So what's up with you, anyway?"
You swallow hard. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're obviously not comfortable around girls or a smooth talker, but you still tried to make a move on me. Why?"
Cindy is a psychic. There's no way someone could've figured all of that out with what little she has to go on.
"Well, umm...You just looked kind of lonely, is all."
She takes a sip of coco. "Was it that obvious?"
You shrug, not exactly sure how to answer that.
"You know," Cindy says, looking down at her cup. "When you first came up to me, I thought you were just some predator who was gonna kidnap me or something. But now I don't think you could even hurt a fly if you wanted to." Well, you are pretty scrawny. "Anyway, yeah, I was supposed to meet a guy here half an hour ago, but I guess he's a no-show."
Cindy sighs and takes another sip of her drink. Then she looks at you.
"Hey, wanna go do something?"
Boy, may I say that you have a way with women? This is the third time a girl's asked you out today! But if you say yes to Cindy, what does that mean for Heather?
>> Yes?