-- "Hey, care to give me a cigarette?" You've never been approached this boldly. It was odd, especially having 12 year old Mirian Lu standing in front of you. "Aren't you 12?" She snickers and sits on the concrete ground besides you. "So? It's not like the world will explode if I smoke." You regard her with curiosity and slight admiration for her bravery. She's a peculiar girl, you think. Straight As, nice background, Asian. You wonder why she'd even want to get involved with a hoodlum like you. There's Travis Yeong in the back with his marijuana and Tasha Grey in the front with her packs of cigarettes, but of course she wanders over to you, strangely enough. But why deny a girl her cigarettes? It's not like you even care about society's standards and its taboo policy on smoking. "Fair point." She grins and takes out a lighter from her pockets. You pass the little stick of nicotine over to her and she takes it, and you notice her hands are calloused and rough, unlike the other girls her age. "So. What do you want?" She doesn't acknowledge your question. Not yet, anyway. It's only until she cranes her neck and lets slip of a long exhale of grey smoke does she turn to you, the little slip of a smile on her lips and her eyes misty and filled with ecstasy. "A cigarette, can't you tell?" You snicker and put back the pack in your pockets. "No, dollface, I meant what the hell do you want with a guy like me." She tips her head to the side and stares, blankly and curiously at you. Her long strands of black hair cascade down her shoulders, silky and straight, and you wonder yet again why a girl like her would want to smoke. "You seem a bit more approchable, I guess. Tasha's always so cold-shouldered and she squats and seems like a girl without etiquette," "Of course she doesn't fucking have any manners. I mean look at her; girls with enough decency would know that their skirts were riding up their asses." She laughs and takes another drag. "Yes, and Travis... He creeps me out." You're laughing and grinning at Mirian Lu, and she grins and joins you too. You're both laughing by now, and all the students pass you lazy glances, some surprised that a girl like her would be sitting next to you, some not surprised at all, and some looking like they just shat their pants. "So, Mirian. Like the cigarette?" She looks at you with surprise at the mention of her name, deadpanned and yet her eyes glistening with something you can't fully understand. "I guess. It's better than the cheap ones my dad has at home." "Glad my tastes suit your expectations, then." You both sit in silence, her with her eyes shut and taking another drag of the now-short stick of death, and you looking at her yet again. This girl never ceases to amaze you. "So. What about you?" "Come again?" "Your name." Her eyes flutter open. The stick drops on the ground next to her skirt, and you resist the temptation to sneak a look. You also wonder if you should tell her. "... Rath. Robin Rath." "Well, Robin Rath. My name is Mirian Lu, nice to meet you." Her hand has stuck out for a handshake, and you hesitantly take it, fingers wrapping around her hand and giving it a firm shake. You're even more intrigued when your suspicions of her having calloused and rough hands are confirmed. "So, handsome, care to tell me about yourself while we're sitting on the campus like unproductive idiots smoking?" Well. Guess this girl does have some snark to her after all. -- pfffhhhhsshhh hahhahahahhs