[ For a second, she's confused by how the other girl suddenly leans closer, across the counter. Her breath catches in her throat, when Alexa's long fingers lock around her arm near the wrist. The next many seconds, the only sounds between them (and around them, really, it's got to be the same everywhere in the world) narrow down to the wet sound of the pen, running circles and lines across her skin and their breathing, her own quickening. She stares at the numbers without really seeing them, realising that she's... drawn her number on her. Like, just. Bam.

She can't look up. Her cheeks are reddening to the point where she's got to be as red as anything, as the small heart pendant down on the wall, hanging so precariously close to the dagger. Its natural counter-part. God, this is crazy. Crazy shit, she'd say, and though her Mum would disapprove of her language, she's certain that Alexa wouldn't, that it might just be how she'd put it, too.

The thought gives her enough strength to look up, finally. Meeting Alexa's eyes, an odd expression on her face, like she's going James Dean on her if James Dean found himself surrounded by Martians. Cool fish. Cool fish but out of water in a way, somehow.

It's pretty cute. ]

I'm more the type for random texts, like, this is my nail polish right now, or this funny animal ate my breakfast? [ She tucks her arm out of the way, wanting to simultaneously hide it behind her back and stare at it for hours. ] But I'll try.