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From where the puppy-eared boy was sitting, he could easily see a dark-haired girl sitting nearby. She was all by herself and had been nibbling on her tiny cucumber sandwich as if she was some sort of rodent, hardly making a dent in the already small corner cut of bread. She hadn't meant to stare, really she hadn't, but just across the way, this boy had set out his lunch in some sort of informal display. In his stash, there was some sort of pastry.

Yvette loved pastries. Her own lunch was lacking in this department, since her mother did not bake, and they couldn't afford to just buy pastries for her lunch everyday. If they had the money, she was certain that Daddy would INSIST that Yvette have as many pastries as she wanted. Everyday would have shortcake with whipped cream!

She sighed gently into her sandwich between her teeth at that very moment. At least she had a meal, this much she was grateful for. For a moment, she glanced down to her own lunch, which consisted of two small corner cuts of bread with cucumber and some carrot sticks. It might not have seemed like a lot to the average onlooker, but this was more than a satisfactory lunch for the quiet girl. Yvette never had a very strong appetite before. It was one thing both of her parents were grateful for, since it made the food bills much cheaper.

She sighed again before looking back up again, her deep purple eyes attracted once again to this boy's pastries. She felt a bit envious, but she did not act on it. She had a perfectly fine lunch! Her eyes however, continued to moon over the shortcakes.

For a moment, the boy's movements went unnoticed. However, due to his persistence more than anything else, her eyes eventually fell upon one of his locks of hair as it dangled partially into her line of sight. Her eyes traced up to find that now he was looking at her. It took a whole two seconds for her face to turn bright red. She had been caught, and she obviously had not wanted to be caught.

Acting upon instinct, she quickly redirected her eyes to looking back to her own lunch. Cucumber sandwich and carrots. Yes, these were the things she would be eating today. Nothing so fancy as a pastry. Due to her quick fussing, she completely missed his invitation to join him. She probably would have been too embarrassed to even take up such a kind offer.

He was probably still looking at her, probably wondering why she had been so rude to look at his lunch like she was starving. Heck, she still had a good 2/3 of her first cucumber sandwich to work on before she could move onto her other cucumber sandwich and her carrot sticks.

The room was quite noisy already, so there was no way to tell the boy was approaching unless she was looking. And Yvette was way too preoccupied staring at her small lunch to realize he was making his way over. It was only when the boy spoke that the girl seemed to notice anyone had approached her, and even then, as she started with a "Oh, that is fine, yes..." she hadn't realized who it was until she looked up from her meal.

Her cheeks were instantly darkened a few more shades from how furious her blushing had become. If she wasn't careful, her head would pop right off like a rocket. Her eyes once again tried to revert back to looking at her own food, but the boy had moved too quickly and pushed something into her line of sight. He added his generous explanation, which caused her to curiously look to his face, then the pastry, then to his face again. Any explanation and any offer, no matter how good was still able to bring up some sort of doubt in the girl. If she hadn't been staring so blatantly, he wouldn't have felt bad for her.

"A-are you sure?" she asked in her tiny voice, looking at him in the fashion that a guilt-ridden child who just stole a cookie from the cookie jar would.

His Gram would flog him for not sharing?! Her eyes shot open in disbelief and worry. He might have been saying this just to be silly (as his grin would certainly hint), but what if he was telling the truth?! In an almost overly cautious manner, she let her fingers quickly draw the little container over. She didn't open it yet, but offered a very sincere "Th-thank you, Azzo."

She might have been shy, but she recognized any former Barren Pines student with ease. It was just a talent of hers to remember people so easily. Though, for a moment, she couldn't help but wish that she could remember a bit more from the Barren Pines incident.

Before diving into the sweets, she had to double check something. Many times her tummy was too obnoxious and didn't allow her time to check if she was going to die from the food she ate. Allergies were the pits. "What sort of cake is this?" Her tiny mouth finally attempted to offer a small smile of gratitude, though it just looked more shy or embarrassed than anything else.

The girl blushed slightly and looked down towards the cakes. "D-don't worry yourself too much. I'm not exactly the most memorable of people. People forget me all the time..." She smiled slightly, though even her lips seemed a bit conflicted with her blatant acceptance of this statement. Nobody ever remembered the quiet girl. She was the first one to get overlooked.

The mention of shortcake caused two completely different reactions to go off in her mind. Absolute thrill was one end of the spectrum, but at the same time, an even stronger sense of caution kicked in. Shortcake, despite being her favorite food, was also commonly associated with strawberries, the one food that Yvette was dangerously allergic to. With hope in her voice, she asked "Do you know if your Grandmother put anything strawberry into it?" The answer was obvious as to what she was allergic to.

Her quiet voice hushed as he explained his predicament. And of course, she couldn't help but feel bad afterwords. Here she had been assuming something completely bogus, when more than likely Azzo was the one suffering. Putting herself in his shoes for a moment, she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she didn't remember people like Topher, Grayson, Elke, or Calintha. In all honesty, she was already pretty torn up over forgetting who had specifically asked her to prom. Forgetting the people themselves would have been at least a billion times worse.

"Yvette Weaver."

Her voice offered as a tiny introduction. She didn't offer her hand for a handshake, since that would feel a bit awkward for her in all honesty.

After clearance, the girl's fingers shyly put down her sandwich and pulled the shortcake container up closer to herself. She always had to wonder how people could easily depart with things that were their own. Yvette was the sort who couldn't depart with a pencil if push came to shove. In all honesty, just because she had such problems giving things away, she couldn't help but always feel guilty when she was given something. As if she was a timid animal, she popped open the container and picked up the slice of shortcake. Much like a mouse, she quietly brought it up to her mouth and delicately nibbled on the treat.

It was delicious. However, the girl was completely biased, since shortcake was her favorite food.

As if it was going to hide her blush, she kept her focus on eating her new treat. In all honesty, he had never told her that before, but that was because Yvette never really spoke much with Azzo before. At the question of her appreciation for shortcake, she nodded her head up and down quietly. She paused long enough to dip the cake into the small fluffy puff of whipped cream so she could confess "It's my favorite food." She smiled before once again resuming her mouse-like nibbles on her food. Of course, a small bit of the whipped cream managed to linger across her upper lip, making it look as if she had a small white mustache.