Layla and Elena
"Oh, thanks," Elena said, surprised when she realized someone was talking to her. Most of the time, the kids at school ignored her, so she wasn't really expecting it. "I don't really feel comfortable in dresses."
It was too bad her abuelita wasn't here to make her something as stunning as what she wore to her quinces. "You look nice too. That's a good color for you."
She flushed, hoping it didn't sound too much like she was hitting on the other girl. People seemed pretty open and accepting around here, but she didn't want to be a creeper or anything.