Mel was actually really, really knowledgeable about the things on the slides. What thief wouldn't be? Some of the sculptures didn't exist anymore, in her time. Things happened, y'know? They were lost or destroyed or moved, whatever. But some of these things she'd seen up close and personal, in the museum--even if she hadn't outright grabbed 'em. And even if she never touched them, she remembered the little blurbs about them that were on the plaques.
There were five or six slides that had to be gone through before everyone was done. Mel's notebook was a whirlwind mess of purple scribbles.
"Doughnuts would be rocketship."
When Julian asked her what to call her, Mel considered, biting her lip slightly. She really liked Julian. She didn't know why. She'd never really been interested in guys--maybe because they'd never been that nice or interested in her. "Kinda depends on context," she said. There was a small twitch of a smile. Most people didn't know her well enough to call her Mel, or Melaka. She was Fray, the thief. The criminal.
She started packing up her orange back pack, stuffing the purple pen into a front pocket, then standing and putting the bag on both shoulders, picking up her hair to move it out of the way.
She'd like to be the more familiar version of herself to this boy. The one that made jokes and smiled.
She smiled a lot wider. "It's Mel. Till one of us fucks up."