"You're welcome dear, you're welcome." She patted the girl on the back, trying not to turn her face into the soft hair of her thick braid. Jesus, it smelled good. Like jasmine and something citrus.
"Why don't you act on your crushes... that's part of what this time in your life is all about. It's good that you're focused on your school work. That's necessary, of course, but you have to have a life outside the classroom." What the hell was she saying, pot, kettle, black Aurora.
"Why would it be weird," she asked, smiling at the comment about kisses at parties.