[She doesn't know where to look. In his eyes? To his lips? Gosh, he's so close - and he's touching her shoulder! It makes her stomach flutter nervously, and she wonders if he can feel the resulting tremor through her body. Breathe in slowly, Jezebel. Breathe out.]
Yeah. I guess. [Attempt at nonchalance failed; she just bites her lip and nods.]