Bailey smiled and nodded. "I've never really been good at abstract," she said. "I know it sound odd, but I like to have my pictures really look like something. Tell a story and such."
She noticed his awkward smile, and blushed a little bit. She couldn't really decipher it, but she was too distracted to even try. Looking down in her lap, she caught a glimpse of her watch and sighed. "It's late," she told him. "You really should be getting back to your dorm."
She had to hold her tongue to keep from asking to walk him back, just in case, but she could do it. She could be a good girl. She didn't need a boy. . . but he was so pretty!