...Oh. Dear. It's him. Michelle bites back any exasperation as best as she can; she KNOWS there's tension between them. She remembers it being there since day 1 of their shared school year, when this boy strode in with good grades and a matching sunny personality-
And she's not going to dwell on that. Or his home life. She's NOT going to let that resentment take root right now, since the day was going well up until now.
So instead she puts on a polite, almost smile. One that she knows has to look a little forced, but it's still the thought and effort that counts.
"Ah, yes. I..." Come on. Come on think of something casual and mostly polite to say. "I was unaware your talents extended to this, as well."
...Maybe not the best thing to say, but not the worst, either. She hopes.
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And she's not going to dwell on that. Or his home life. She's NOT going to let that resentment take root right now, since the day was going well up until now.
So instead she puts on a polite, almost smile. One that she knows has to look a little forced, but it's still the thought and effort that counts.
"Ah, yes. I..." Come on. Come on think of something casual and mostly polite to say. "I was unaware your talents extended to this, as well."
...Maybe not the best thing to say, but not the worst, either. She hopes.