"You don't impress me." And in an exasperated voice he shot out "Penny, you've got a lot of great ideas but I don't see how you could ever see it that way. You need a different point of view." “Well you’re cute. You smell like rain collected from a forest in the Midwest, but that simply doesn’t impress me at this point in my life.” After a short breath another impulsive reply was presented upfront “Pulling, pushing, pinning you against that grass was all that ever really mattered to me. I don’t think I’m good looking. I can’t smell that same rain you supposedly smell. I smell a lot of desperation and doubt. That is what I smell, and that is why I’m not trying to impress you, but I still want to love you.” “Is it because there’s nothing worth impressing?” She genuinely appeared concerned that she wasn’t good enough. He shook his head but then frowned because the reply would shoot himself in the foot. “It’s because there’s nothing about me that’s worth remembering.” Abruptly, “I’ve got this thing…I’m meeting someone. I hope you understand.” She motioned her finger to the door as if to teach an idiot how to leave. “I just poured myself out to you” was all that he could come up with. “Look I’m sorry that you chained yourself to the ground but I’ve got to walk away. I’m allowed that.” He couldn‘t handle her necessity to be so carefree. “At least tell me who this other guy is. I’m allowed that.” “…ugh…he’s just some guy I met at school. We were both wandering around the quad that night and I had seen him in my English class before. He seemed sure of himself and cocky, and yes I go for cocky guys, I’m sorry that you’re not.” Open for anything else than this lie that was killing himself inside. “Fine. That’s all I’ve got to say.” She was standing in the doorway gathering up her coat and book bag along with her keys that were hanging outside of the pocket of her coat. She walked through that door and turned back to look at all that was crumbling. And she said this, “ his name is Brandon, but his friends call him Fel.”