Dylan had always been a bad judge of character and emotion. He took people for their word, and never understood why girls said they were 'fine' when they weren't. He wasn't a mind reader, and if he was, well that would just take too much effort. But strangely, right now, Dylan felt as though he could judge this girl. A feeling he had never had before. For example, he felt as though she was enjoying taunting and torturing him. That just wasn't nice, and Dylan was going to have none of it! He needed to man up, and fast.
Dylan was too caught up to notice the fish. To fail to notice that trait was a dangerous thing. Dylan had never know another human who could tame dolphins the way he once had. He also, sometimes, noticed that fish seemed to be "interested" in him, if that was the right word. He would swear on his life that fish followed him around, like a clingy puppy. Or perhaps like the clingy fool he was being right now.
Plane ride? Dylan figured she was a tourist, although he had desperately hoped she was a new local. That dream was quickly squandered by her mention of a plane ride, but Dylan still had however much was left of her holiday to work with it.
Dylan stood a little taller, and puffed out his chest. It was time to stop acting like a fourteen year-old, and start acting his age. "Oh come off it," Dylan playfully responded, "don't pretend you're not interested. How much of Athens have you seen? I can give you the local tour, the ins and outs you won't find on your own." Winking at her, Dylan started to feel more comfortable. She hadn't run away yet, so he must have hooked her. Now to reel her in... "Whaddya say, gorgeous?" Okay, so he was slipping back into his womanizing ways, but why fight success?