"Well," he says, twining a lock of his hair around his finger.  "Occasionally.  Me and one of my friends will do little... photoshoots... together, and send them to certain other mutual friends."  He bites his lip reminiscently, not quite meeting her eyes.  "Who usually really enjoy being flustered by receiving them."

She blushes. "Oh wow..."

Ehehe.  "You're looking a little flustered yourself."

"Gee,,, I wonder why,,,"

"Were you picturing receiving one of them?"

"I actually got flustered before I reached that stop on the train of thought, but yes."

"...How far did you get?"

"About as far as the word 'photoshoots'."

"The idea of me and Toby taking racy pictures together is just that exciting, huh?~"

(Toby would not, he thinks, mind being name-dropped here very much.)

Blushy wiggle. Blushy nod.

"That's really cute."

"Oh. Well, good."

"Do you like it when I fluster you?"

"Kiiiiind of..."

She's getting even blushier and wigglier.

"...I don't like it when... people are like mean to me? So being flustered can be a lil scary because - there's all the ways that could turn out where somebody's mean to me? But makin' me blush and then tellin' me I'm cute about it is. Nice."

" - aww, Kimberly," he says.  "You are cute.  And I hope I haven't scared you," he says earnestly.

"Not any more than trying to flirt with a cute boy was bound to scare me already."

"Well," he says knowingly.  "That's very fair."

"You're very nice to flirt with though."

"I really like flirting with you," he says, going a little droopy-with-affection again.  "And making you blush."

"Eeeeee." She hugs herself a little, wiggling shyly.

"You seem to perked back up okay but I was also gonna say that kinda made me wanna give you a hug.  Little side hug.  But here we are on opposite sides of this table."

"...I like hugs." She eyes their little booth, whose wraparound bench has room for a third person between them, or, perhaps... "We could stop being on opposite sides of the table?"

He scootches around to the middle of the bench.  He's dexterous enough about it but there is not really a particularly dignified way to scootch, especially not along a wraparound bench.

Kimberly is not even trying to be dignified. Scoot scoot.

Well, Kimberly being undignified is just cute.  And, because of who Bryce is a person, a little sexy.