"It's cool," Mickey repeated, liking her representation of him. He couldn't do that -- doodle while paying attention to something else. Well, actually, he couldn't draw anyway. Sometimes, during class, he wrote down a pretty phrase or sentence, but that was about. Mostly, he just drew lines.
"So, how'd you get here?" Mickey asked. He wasn't sure if he wanted to take her all the way back to the Academy grounds, because he kind of wanted to stay at the party. "I walked from aunt's, but I think I'm taking a cab back." Later. Hopefully. Then again, he didn't want to leave this girl in a lurch either.