Sam resisted to roll her eyes again at the auburn, turning her back to the girl and playing with the cash register. “He asked me out last week. And I turned him down.”
Admittedly, it was not the most eloquent rejection, so naturally she felt bad for embarrassing the kid.
“So excuse me for feeling awkward around the kid.”
[ ;The sneer that once occupied the Grecian’s face disintegrated almost instantly upon hearing Sam’s reply. ]
“Poor kid,” she sighed aloud, though the pity tracing her tone was practically nonexistent. Rejection was beyond understandable; if you weren’t interested, you weren’t interested period. There wasn’t much else to it.
(But as the saying goes: curiosity killed the cat.) ]
“This doesn’t exactly pose as an ‘out of the blue’ inquiry, but is there any particular reason you didn’t give him a chance?”