She noticed the way he edged away when she neared, of course, and she carried that spike of rejection with her all the way to the kitchen and back. She gave him a little smile, and she raised one finger, letting him know to wait, and she ducked into her closet.
A few minutes later, she came back out, dressed in a knee length, pleated skirt and a soft sweater. She climbed onto the bed, crossed her legs, and she looked at him. "Well, sugar, why don't you tell me what's wrong with me, for starters? From a boy's perspective, I mean," she asked, motioning to the window, to indicate the fact that he'd shied away from her.