”Yeah?” he asked, taking an interest in her in hopes of not coming across as too creepy. “What kind of classes are ya taking?” Once they were outside, Ted slipped a pair of sunglasses that were sitting atop his head over his eyes. The day was bright; perfect weather. “Oh,” Ted said, “I’ve got my car parked right here—you want a ride?” He nodded at the car. It was nothing spectacular, and Ted didn’t know too much about cars. The way he saw it: he didn’t need to know much other than that it got him from point A to point B with ease.
Sascha didn’t mind to let him know about few of herself as long as it isn’t too personal. “I’m taking music production,” she smiled at him. The girl was wondering about what he’s doing. Based on his form, he looked older than her, probably has graduated college or university. “What about you? What do you do?” she asked him, glancing around for a second, then back at him. “Hm, yeah sure, if you don’t mind,” she nodded her head in agreement, taking a risk inviting a stranger to her house. “Where’s your car?” She wondered as she tapped one of her feet on the ground.