Kylie smiled, extremely glad that Nate did indeed have her best intentions at heart. Called it. She thought to herself. When Nate brought her back to the back alley, she began imagining the things he would tell her. She held his hand and stood against a wall, her back nearly touching the cold brick. She looked at him, "Well?" She laughed. "What is it?" Her hands weren't nearly as cold as they usually were. (As they were usually freezing.)