Hel turned around with her hand still on her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her hand off, flexing it as it went to rest at her side. She snorted again. Looking away, she focused on just putting her iPod back into the pocket of her sweater. Then she looked down at her her feet, a pair of light pink Chucks.
"Do you think I'm too dressed up?" she blurted out as her eyes followed the floor from her feet to Jon's feet. "If you say yes, does that mean I'm trying too hard?" Her eyes continued to roam up his pants and up to his red shirt. She paused there for just a few seconds then moved up to his face. "Because all that stuff online was written by girls. And you're a guy. And I'd like to know before Max gets here, so I can change."
Hel grabbed onto her dress to stop herself from raising her hand to her mouth again. All this talking, while fine at first, was starting to get on her nerves, and, somehow, she couldn't stop herself. Things just fell out, like she was spitting up a can of alphabet soup. What was Max going to say when he got here?