I quickly take another drink of my beer after the look she gives me. I'm not the best at reading people, but it seemed a bit suggestive and I don't know exactly what to do with that. My body is definitely hoping I take it one way while my mind isn't so sure that's a good idea.

"Are you implying I'm a 'sort of person' that most people might not like?" I ask, leveling a wing at her in accusation. It's true, I am, but that doesn't mean I can't give her shit about it.