With a quick look over her, nothing uncomplimentary about it, but just the same way that he looked over a car before he began working. "You have nothing to worry about," the statement was said simply, and it was nothing but the truth.
The girl, he did not know her name still, she looked at the plate of cookies like it was going to attack. And the other teen just licked his ice cream cone, which was very good by the way, he had always liked swirl soft-serve, and watched her.
Unconsciously, Slav was categorizing her into the same space as a project car at work.
"We have cooties, just never really paid attention to the idea, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders, because he really had not noticed more than once or twice that kids talked about cooties like they were real.