Gina the Beast

Gina walks toward you as the bell rings to dismiss classes for the day, grabbing your arm as she pushing you into a locker, her breathing heavy and face flushed with embarrassment. She can barely manage to get a word out she’s so nervous. Clearing her throat she looks down at you, so close she’s nearly smothering you H-hey…I heard about your breakup…I’m sorry. I-if you like, we could go get a smoothie…y-you could talk and I’d listen. I-is that okay?