fine okay accurate reasons
[ and she's looking sidelong at him because he's not a charmer. it's a look.
(what she wants is to acknowledge is their last conversation; she wants a lot of things, but she supposes this is closest they'll get at the moment.
it's something. she acknowledges it.)
she stops at the bench where the squad left most of their things and picks up her letter jacket, holds it to her chest, her body angled towards him. it's acknowledgement too, despite the rest of her aloof nature. ] Fine. [ she tries oh-so-much to sound oh so indifferent. spares him a look. stare. whatever. (she hopes that's why he's here.) ] Hello. [ she's tapping on the tablet caroline and she use to keep track of cheerleading... things. ]