-she walks back to the couch-
"Did you try to take a photo of me?"
"Hm..Oh..yea..I-I did.."
"And why is that?"
"I told my mom, that I was with a pretty girl..and she asked to see.."
"Oh..."
"Yea.."
"So you think I'm pretty?"
"Who wouldn't.."
"you'd be suprised.."
"Well, I think your beautiful..scratch pretty.."
