"Quit it." Arla tucked her hair behind her ear, adjusted her glasses. She wasn't really trying to be standoffish. She just happened to be a horrible skeptic these days, hardly very confident in herself. She took a gulp of her water and stood, wandering back over to him where he was now seated. See, she wasn't scared to get all close to him. "I don't want to believe you because you're a liar, and I don't like believing lies." Tch. Calling her attractive. Jerk.
She gave him a little shove in the chest, but her hand started to clench up again. Tensing and curling up, fisting in the fabric of his shirt, her muscles locked like iron. She'd been planning on backing off, but now she just couldn't. She stepped back and tested it. The hand just tugged. She crumbled a little, sinking down to sit on the very edge of the chair by his legs. She had to set the bottle down as she tried to work the fabric out of her hand. "Motherfuck. Sorry."