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Honestly, Jobe still had a hard time believing that she'd agreed to meet him up here. No matter how hopeful, some part of him was sure that she'd have said no. The fact that it didn't made Jobe all the more nervous. He kept a layer of cool calm as he made his way up, trying to focus more on the time than his nerves.

He was only a little bit late. Jogging up the stairs had left him somewhat breathless, and he stopped in the doorway to catch his breath. No, he wasn't taking a minute to get the butterflies in his stomach under control.

He smelled her before he saw her, though he wasn't bothered by the weed, not really. Her hair was the next thing he noticed; long and dark in the breeze, it almost seemed like a scene in a movie. He wanted to run his fingers through it.

"Marina, hey!" He approached her, attempting not to sound too excited. "Sorry I'm late. Slow walkers in the halls."

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He was certainly a little bit intimidated by her. It was all probably because of the drugs, but Marina seemed on a whole other level of cool. As the wind flew by, he only just glimpsed at her legs before bringing his eyes back to her face.

He laughed a short, nervous chuckle. "Ah, yeah. I probably should have tried harder anyways." Mentally, Jobe chided himself; his attempt at smalltalk was pitiful.

"Oh yeah." The whole reason he'd mustered up the courage to ask her up here, just so he could ask her something else. He was starting to have second thoughts - but he couldn't back out now. She'd probably forever label him a loser.

He ran his hand through his hair, shrugging a bit as he looked away briefly before back to her. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me." He fought to keep the blush from rising to his cheeks, instead trying to focus on something practical. Homework. Chores. What he'd do if she said no.

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As she shook her head, Jobe felt a steady weight descend upon his shoulders. He hadn’t prepared himself for rejection; honestly, he’d been trying to avoid thinking about it.

But when she leaned towards him, noses close and pretty lips asking him some questions he was sure were very important, hope fluttered in his chest like a cheesy romance movie with a tiny budget. It took him a moment to refocus, another to retrace his steps and form some kind of answer on the lips of his own.

”...Your hair.” He began, tone cautious. ”And your eyes. The way you carry yourself - it’s like you have all the answers and you’re just waiting for everyone else to figure them out.” He did an awkward, almost-shrug. The action was never finished, because he was too busy trying not to sound like a creep. ”You’re interesting.” It came out somewhat lamely, sounding too generic for the atmosphere.

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