She takes a moment before responding to my question, then turns it back on me, her voice light with subtle teasing. "What sort of things do you wish to know?" Oh, so many things. "Uhm, only what you want me to know, I guess." I don't want her to think I'm prying. "And will you tell me of yourself in return?"

Ah. I'm suddenly very warm. And nervous. It's only fair, I suppose, & I'm oddly happy at the fact that she wants to know about me. I run my hand through my hair, trying to think of an appropriate response.

"I'll- I mean, sure. What I can." Man, that sounds stupid. But how do I tell her things I can't remember? The fact that I want to talk to her at all is- well, it's not like me. Why am I so drawn to her?