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Lizzy was surprised she had gotten far enough to extend the question over to him, considering her initial struggle to compose a sentence. While Rudy contemplated his answer, it gave Lizzy the perfect amount of time to think back and cringe at her not-so-subtle panic of seeing him, with her words all over the place. This was completely not how she wanted this to go. She smiled as he began to answer, despite deep down knowing this was a lost cause and he would probably retreat back to his friends in no time. ”Sounds… chill,” Lizzy told him after he repeated her answer. Then her eyes drifted to the ceiling as she wondered why she said that.
Lizzy eventually eased slightly, as Rudy explained how his weight lifting only went as far as a crate of soda cans. ”As the expert I think I can say that counts,” She told him, nodding. But Rudy was visibly unconvinced, and so she tilted her head slightly as if giving it proper contemplation. ”Well, almost. But you’re like one crate away from a car!” She exclaimed optimistically. ”I believe you’ll get there one day,” Lizzy continued, giving him a light, coach-style punch to the side of his arm. Then she looked down at her hand and wondered what had just possessed it to do that.
Lizzy leaned against her locker, Rudy’s check of the clock allowing her a moment to appreciate his features. His deep brown eyes, expressive in a way that could perfectly balance playfulness and sincerity. The way he held himself so effortlessly in the corridor like he owned the place. His glance back at Lizzy snapped her out of her thoughts, and she had to make an effort to recount what he had just said. About how he can put her on some real good movies. ”Really?” She started, her brows raising slightly as she realised she was probably going to know whatever title he mentioned.
To avoid faking surprise about whatever he was going to say, she shrugged and said - ”I doubt they could measure up to the cinematic masterpieces I have already in my rotation,” As Rudy looked at her expectantly, Lizzy started listing off, ”Well, obviously The Parent Trap. Then 10 Things I Hate About You, 27 Dresses and you’re looking at me like you have no idea what I’m talking about,” She paused, her jaw dropping at his blank expression, any trace of her nerves from before disappearing now that she had the duty of protecting her favourite movies. ”Tell me you know any of them, surely, please,” Lizzy pleaded, but it was met with a shake of a head. ”Well, Rudy, you are sincerely missing out there. I don’t know what else to tell you. I feel sorry for you that you have never experienced them.”
From the corner of her eye, Lizzy could see Rudy’s friends he had left shooting the occasional impatient and expectant glance his way. But just as she anticipated his departure, Rudy asked her what class she had. Remembering they were in school, Lizzy answered that she had English, and he offered to walk her without missing a beat. Suppressing her surprise and confusion, Lizzy accepted. As they began making their way to her class, Rudy questioned whether this would become a thing. ”I don’t know, I’m starting to think you just don’t trust my sense of direction,” Lizzy told him, making an effort to be clear she was joking - as she didn’t want to seem unappreciative of the gesture. ”So, at this rate, it’s inevitably going to be a thing,” She continued, before her eyes widened slightly, and she realised how maybe too-forward that sounded.
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