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"Nothing, really" She slides the strap of the bag higher on her shoulder "Other than write What about you?"

"Well, I love a lot of things, like dancing, partying, going to the movies But my real passion is clothes, which is pretty obvious"

She casts a self-conscious glance at her outfit "It sounds like we’re pretty much opposites"

"Which can ivesthat opposites attract?" I stop at the corner of the street and haainst the crosswalk button "But because I’y clothes?"

She stares at the quaint café just across the street "I just don’t like standing out"

"Okay…I don’t , but while your look would have totally rocked the nineties, we’re way past the grunge and baggy pants fad, so it kind of makes you stand out like a disco ball in a Goth club"

She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and glances atthis sas her arms around herself "It’s all I’ other stuff, I’ll feel unsafe"

The word unsafe sends off warning bells in my head I remember how safe I felt with my ex-boyfriend Braiden until he snatched it away I’ve been trying et the feeling of coets hard, especially at night when I have to close my eyes and dreaainst the street post

Her jaw clenches "For a lot of reasons"

I wonder if those reasons played into her panic when she thought I was asking her out

I stare down at the bright blue, doodle-covered cast onaround in my own skin, too, but then I think about how unfair it is forboring it is not being le escapes her lips She’s so shocked by the sound that I question how long it’s been since she’s laughed

"You knohat?" she asks as we start across the street "I think you were right about the opposites attract thing I think…" She considers her words "I think you could be a good friend forfriend you’ve ever had," I say as I hop onto the curb