Layla's mouth contorted at the confession. "That's not something I'd admit," she scolded, fingertips tapping at the side of her rib cage with the hand not curled around her tea. It was that Southern charm that was preventing her from further informing him if what he said was, in fact, speaking the truth the truth, and that he was a liar, then stating that he was a liar would have meant that he didn't lie and then told the truth, which meant that he was truthfully lying and...
That was far too much effort to dispute. Even for her.
"Am I nerd?" she questioned, tipping her head to the side. She never actually considering herself to be anything other than Layla. She knew that she wasn't popular, and didn't care. And she knew that she was probably talked about on occasion because of her studious behavior. "I just never really thought I warranted any adjective." Being under the radar was always her goal.
Clearing her throat at mention of her chest, and suddenly acutely aware of the way her arms were crossed beneath them, arms quickly unfurled and she straightened back up. Play it cool and maybe he'll forget you mentioned them. "It's a date then. Just be prepared to get your as--rear end whooped."
A pause.
"This was fun. Thank you for inviting me." Even if she only saw about ten minutes of the movie.