The hall was busy and Tomi was focused on putting his books away for one class and taking another out for the next. He was excited about the next class: The Art of Transformation. After his incident in the cafeteria in front of most of the school Tomi was eager to gain control of his ability. His sire's sire (his grand-sire?) had said it could be triggered by strong emotions like fear or anger. In his case it had been humiliation and shame.
Tomi jumped when a low voice sounded behind him. He looked back at saw Brendan, a good looking boy-next-door All-American athletic type, and Tomi smiled brightly. He'd noticed Brendan in English class and had already decided he was cute. It was flattering that Brendan was talking to him at all and meant maybe the other boy had noticed him too. But no, it was about the accidental bat swarm.
Tomi's cheeks flushed and he winced. At least he wasn't the only one. In a place like this he wondered what other kinds of strange things happened during lunch. But naked? Tomi couldn't help looking Brendan up and down, and he knew he was, so again his cheeks flushed and he smiled sheepishly.
Holding up a finger to pause Brendan, Tomi whipped out his iPhone and tapped over to his app. It was loud in the hallway so when he'd tapped the pre-phrase he wanted, he held the phone up for Brendan to hear it talk:
I'm sorry to hear that. The voice was a male voice, its speaker sounding about Tomi's age, and even had been recorded by a native English speaker.
He then another pre-made phrase, this one vocalized while he made a slight bow: Hello, my name is Tomi.
Tomi smiled and shot his hand out for Brendan to take.