She looked at her then looked away.
"So..How was..my grandfather..with you..?"
"Ah-he was...kind actually..."
"...."
She glared at her for a second then looked away again.
"I...I-I...I'm-s-sorry..."
"Why are you sorry..?"
(The glare was like she was catching a glimpse of her emotions not a bad glare)
"I just...I didn't-know-a-about you...I-"
"Look your fine calm down, I know the glare was intimidating but I promise I have nothing against you. Just keep talking about him.."
"O-oh...he um...he was a really great teacher..."
"Mhm.."
"I...he used to say...that I was...special."
