It did not surprise Fisher that Ita knew James. After all, he seemed to be the type who liked having beautiful girls dripping off his arms, and Ita certainly fit that standard. He didn't think anything might become of James' attempts at wooing, if any had been made. James was too materialistic and Ita was far too sweet for a guy like that.
"It's not that I think he's bad," Fisher explained. "He's just full of himself. He may not show it to you because, to be honest, you're a girl. He probably wants you to see the best of him." He paused a moment. "But you're right... he's not bad. Actually, he was very thoughtful when we went to the beach the other night. We went swimming, even though it was cold." Fisher smiled, a secret kind of smile that meant he was reliving the memory. "He didn't let me drown."
As Ita explained the likes and dislikes of females, Fisher could not help but laugh. "I don't know if I quite agree with your theories," he said lightly, "but it actually would make a lot of sense. A lot of girls I used to know said their boyfriends never opened up. A lot of mine never did." He paused, frowned. "I suppose I didn't either," he admitted. "Hence the gloominess. But I can tell you from personal experience that someone is only willing to tolerate your dreadiness for so long. It gets tedious if you never happy up."
He had to blush at the compliments, since they were few and far between. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "I used to have a lesbian haircut, looked fierce and terrible. I think longer is better for me." He tossed his hair dramatically, flashing Ita a winning smile.