"Okay, Kiya," he said, sipping his coffee again - hot, hot, hot - and watching as she savored her beverage. At her question, his smile widened.
"No, I'm not, but I like talking to people and if they talk back..." He shrugged. She could have ignored him and he'd have left her alone. Alex took a breath and said, "Besides, I don't meet pretty girls every day."
Well, he'd said it, now. He wasn't hitting on her, per se, but he was being honest. Then he added, "And you don't seem that strange. Kind of... covered in paint, sure, but not 'strange'."