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Deniiz Joćo nodded understandingly, but opted for keeping silent. It was obvious she was pretty inexperienced in these matters. He would take it slow--in the limits of his patience, of course. He knew that there were tons of girls outside to fllirt with him. And he could wait only so much.
He raised an eyebrow as she snapped at him. Okaaay... someone was deep in love. Maybe he should just go for another girl. If she didn't let anyone talk ill of him, it would take longer for her to get over the boy. Nothing he couldn't take care, really, but still... he would debate whether she was worth his time later.
"No no, it's fine. Care to tell me how it is your fault?" That should also illuminate their relationship too. Then he could also figure out whether he needed to talk to the boy himself. Barely holding back a laughter although an amused smile crept across his face, he said "I only said I think you're pretty, anyway." He grinned in a friendly way. He had also noticed she didn't return the compliment. If that was the case, he didn't have any chance anyway.
Joćo smirked, hoping she didn't see that. Well, the Minister of Foreign Affairs himself had given them a tour of London on their first day, but he knew he shouldn't say that... yet. It could scare her off. Instead, she said "I visited the place too, when I first came here." That should please her.
"Take one last good view, because we're going down, I think," he said, trying to see every angle as they stood on the top for a moment before their descend.
Tell him? Louisa hesitated for a moment before smiling faintly, "
It's nothing really important. I just let myself drift in my fantasies without seeing clearly." she was sorry to admit that at last, but it was the truth. Ellie, Vashti, Marina and even Adam all agreed to this and she might as well admit it to someone- and the less that someone knew the better. Just because.
Aaaaaaand a wince invaded her face as he almost shrugged his previous compliment off, "
Oh. Okay. Umm.. sorry," So they did say to all girls that they were beautiful in Brazil or whatever the last country he was in. Was it why most boys escaped when she talked? Heh. It looks like it.
She turned her head to gaze out at the city, no goggles this time, and let her head carry her away. She so needed to get over Dallin and stop this leaping heart of hers whenever someone talked about him or when he popped up in her head just like that. There she was sitting in a basket up in the air with an attractive foreigner boy and she was already blowing this situation up. She rested her chin on her hand and stared out blankly.