"Um...I don't know..." Sunny replied after wiping water from her lips, her green eyes searching the crowd for her friends, "My friends are supposed to be returning with drinks and snacks soon." The teenager studied the guy a bit more. He didn't seem like a psycho killer, but weren't the newspaper and scientist people saying that killers like that looked totally normal? Sunny sighed, "Okay, if you pinky swear that you're not some stalker person, you can buy me a soda." The girl bent to retrieve her cellphone from her right roller skate (miraculously it survived her tumble) and texted her friends that she'd be at the Fountain Shoppe on the corner with "some hot british dude." As soon as that was done, Sunny had her pinky finger out and a completely serious look on her face, "So, you pinky swear?"