Melody

Melody startles at the voice of someone else, looking up from her journal and around her. Her eyes are drawn to the brown haired boy, then they follow his gaze to some couple who looked like their mission was to reach each other's lungs. "Ew! Why?!" Her words are actually really loud, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. "Ya nasties." She grabs her bag before removing herself from the area, finding herself next to the boy who'd spoken. "Where's our generation's shame?!"

"Thanks. Melody is a beautiful name too."

"Thank you!"

"Alright, I took the quiz, and as it turns out, I do put my career before men."

"Oh, you scoundrel. You're an independent woman and all, but you need love!"

Y—Yes… Almost… [ He swallows, a panicked laugh emitting from somewhere in the back of his throat. He stands, straightening himself, patting down his clothing and tugging at the bottom of his suit jacket. ] Yes! Yes, thank you… I’m— I’m lovely. And yourself?

"Well-" She strides up to him with a small laugh of her own, before placing her hands above his on the vase, lifting it carefully from his grasp, and lifting her arms to their full height, raising herself to her toes. Carefully, she places the glass back to the podium with a smile. "-Lets get out of here. Flee the scene."

"God, I hate going home for Thanksgiving."

"...Do we have to?"

[ He’s training himself— or rather attempting— to act casually in a crowded space. His eyes follow as people swarm the halls. Letting out a breath, he presses his hand against a column… That was not nearly as stable as he expected it to be. The vase atop it quickly begins to teeter, and its tossed into the air, then brushing off of his fingertips several times, a vicious cycle of slips and fumbling repeating itself before the vase is in his hands. He sighs in relief. ]

"N-n-n-no!" Melody breathes in relief just when he does, seeing his hands tighten around the vase with finality. A hand rests over her heart, head tilting up with a sigh. "Well that was almost horrible."

"I have clearly underestimated you, missy. I’m terribly sorry. Your ego is truly the biggest ego I ever laid my eyes on."

"No one ever expects it! Apparently I'm supposed to be a 'nice' person."

“I’ll be sure to remember that, then. Wouldn’t want to get popped in the face by your flying fists of fury.”

"I didn't mean to! I-I took her to the nurse, okay?"

"Oh! I've never been to one of those. Are they fun?"

"I’m good. It’s all good here."

"You sure?"

"Because he looks like a tweeny bopper whose balls haven’t dropped yet. Please, he’s short and thin. If that’s your thing you should upgrade your standards.”

"...Okay then."

"Wow, thanks. Not really, though. My grandma chose it, but there’s no reason behind it. I think it means ‘lamb’ or something."

"It's still beautiful."

“Was that intentional, or does that sort of thing just come naturally?”

"Naturally, of course. No one should be that close to me.."

"Thats depends. What is it?"