Normally, Emyli would have been incredibly agitated with whomever she was running into, especially when they told her she ought to watch where she was going. But this boy, who might as well have been a giant in her eyes, was a definite piece of eye candy and she suddenly found herself focused on him, rather than the old women she was going to terrorize. She was staring, and for a moment she didn't realize he was talking to her. At his last statement, though, her ears perked up and her mind caught up with her. "Who needs to watch where they're going when it can lead to fun times?" Was that coy smile she just flashed him? Why, yes it was.
"Oh. Them," She couldn't help but giggle a bit. The possible things that the women were saying amused her -- and so did the fact that this boy was clearly staring at her. Emyli didn't dress necessarily to impress - she wore whatever she wanted to wear - but when her wardrobe solicited prolonged glances in her direction, she was always glad for it. "And what exactly are Eunice and her friend saying? I promise parts of it aren't true."