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(WINNER: D. The girl that was sitting far from you, on the left (Doodlegirl)

You get up and hurry toward Mike, tell him "c'mon" and start walking toward the girl the was sitting far from you, on the left.

"This chick? Really?" He asks you, a bit of a smirk on his face, "I didn't think you'd go for an Asian girl."

"I don't like her, now shut up," you retort.

As you walk toward the girl that was so focused on drawing, you pay a little more attention to her. She IS kind of cute, you admit, but you can't see yourself with someone like her. She gives off a vibe that says "I'm a bit of a loner" and, well, if you were to hook up with a girl, a mopey girl wouldn't be your first pick.

As the thought finishes crossing your mind, you snap back to the present and see her looking directly at you. For an instant, you look away, a look of embarrassment on your face. Then you remember you're with Mike.

"Hey, cutie!" Mike sits down next to the girl, improvising quite well for such short notice. "It's so hot, isn't it? I mean, damn, I'm probably just tired. You're a good artist, man, but don't ask me to pose for ya again, ha ha. Get a girl next time!"

Your mind is blank. You can't come up with anything to reply with. Posing? You, an artist? Really, who's going to believe that? Damn, Mike.

"Sorry, sweetie, but can you give me the time? I don't have my cell on me, ya know," adds Mike, picking up your slack.

"Sure," the girl responds, "it's... 3:45"

"Oh, damn, I gotta get going man. You know I've got to go set up that artist booth for ya, right! I'll get going. Don't forget to meet me there!" Mike lies as he gets up and runs off, shouting his last words running backwards, before making a full turn and ditching you. What a pal.


You contemplate running after him and giving him a good punch when the girl speaks up.

"You draw?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Wait, what? No you don't.

"You gay?"

Ok, now you're paying attention to what you're saying.

"No, no, I'm not, heh, he's jus screwing with me. Oh! Uh, I mean, uh..."

"ha ha," her laugh interrupts you. It's short and sweet, and her words suddenly put you at ease, "it's ok, I'm just joking. But, cool, I haven't really met another artist that draws people. Most are just otaku nerds that draw anime and crap."

You don't know how to respond to that, but there's no need, as she gets up and quickly fills in the silence.

"Gotta go. See ya. Got summer school?"

"Uh, yeah." Unfortunately.

"Cool. Maybe we'll see each other. Later."

She heads out toward the street, and get in a car. Guess her mom came to pick her up. A cool breeze blows past you, and with it, a quick realization. You should get home, too, but you're a bit hungry. Which way, tho? Going down Marrion Street is a a cheap ride on the local bus, and you could just go home... but going down Letriot Street, will be a faster bus ride, and there's the taco place you like.

As you look around, wondering which street to take, you notice the other three girls have gotten up and started walking toward you... well, toward the exit.

The girl with the Ipod is going left, down Marrion street, toward the bus stop. The girl with the book is going right, down Letriot Street, heading toward the taco place. The girl with the cellphone is heading to the Letriot Street bus stop.

You reach into your pocket, get your wallet, and get the money for...

A. The Marrion Local Bus
B. The Letriot Taco Place
C. The Letriot Metro Bus