Being the awkward girl she was, Bella stared up at the stranger, who's skin appeared to be as pale as her own - perhaps even more. She wasn't used to 'company' (let alone any attention of the male variety), so to say; chatty people usually stuck to their own, leaving people like herself to their solitude. A long moment had passed before she was still hadn't answered him, and a flush crept upon her pale cheeks.
Good going, Bella.
"Uh sure, I guess" She avoided his shaded gaze by clearing a space for him to sit, the rosy hue still lingering. "I haven't meet too many people who enjoy the classics."