Mmmmmmmmmmm British accent. There's probably kinds. She can't identify this one and doesn't care, they're all yummy. He's yummy. Yum. She's going to have to talk to him at lunch, or something, if she can get him off by himself. Maybe Bella will help.
Andi scopes out the situation around Ethan Rayne, He Of The Hot Accent, at lunch.
The boy sitting beside him is also the reason no one else is sitting anywhere near them, beyond just the fact that they picked a small table and he is sprawled so low in his chair that he can kick (and indeed is kicking) the empty chairs at the next table over. He has one elbow propped on the back of his chair to hold his head up while he gazes adoringly at the much more upright Ethan.
"What was that?" he says, cocking his head. "Kinda loud in here."
Andi giggles. "I know that. I have to do my report next week," she adds. "Any tips on not being, like, terrified because public speaking? They say people fear public speaking more than they fear death, I dunno about that but it's competitive with my fear of, like, falling out of bed and breaking my nose on my desk or something."
"Thanks for the warning. I think she'll survive chatting and eating Tuna Surprise with him, though, so I don't think I'll literally grab her and run unless someone pulls the fire alarm. And she'd probably be the one grabbing me, in that case, I'm the one who can't run if her life depends on it."
"If, for example, you cared about certain aspects of your social reputation, it'd be a bad move. If all you want is to make out with one hundred percent of the people who will respond positively to that invitation, on the other hand, then your strategy is perfect."