"Do you want some water?"
She blinked. "No."
I stepped back out into the hall. Another of Rob's friends was standing there, reaching for the door handle when I emerged. "Use the one in the bedroom," I said. When the guy didn't get it, I repeated myself, but more sternly. I felt like a bouncer. After that, I went into the kitchen and filled a glass, spotting Rob and some other guys sitting on the living room couch, talking. His eyes flicked over to me. I thought about going to him. Instead, I found myself walking past the living room, back to the bathroom, and to Bette's side again.
She flushed the toilet. "I said I didn't want any."
"Just drink it."
I handed it to her and sat at the edge of the bathtub, staring down at my feet. After a moment, she put the empty glass on the edge of the tub next to me.
She made a smacking noise with her mouth and swallowed. "You know," she began slowly, "I thought you were really cute the first time I saw you at the restaurant. Actually...sexy. Not cute. But you were all serious and wouldn't really talk to me.”
"I'm kind of like that.” I gave her a ho-hum look.
"I flirted with you," she said.
"But you didn't care."
I shook my head. "No I did not."
"Rob talks about you a lot."
“You said that already.”
“But he does!”
She got up and rinsed her mouth at the sink. "How old are you?" She wiped her mouth on the towel.
I frowned. "Why?"
"I can't tell. You're just one of those people where you can't tell. It's not how you look though. It's something else." Her eyes roved up and down my figure, and I felt naked.