"..." Her English book had been a Sear's catalogue, so...

"Oh ... uh, sorry." he said, starting to gain the knowing that she hadn't gone to school.

She shrugged. "It's not a problem."

"Okay ..." he still felt bad, rubbing the back of his neck.

She wasn't exactly sure how to show him it was okay. Electa really didn't mind. From the sound of it, highschool would've been worse.

Probably, but she seemed like the type of girl that would fair well. And a lot better than Vexin did in his social life. Well ... what social life he had.

Well, unless you counted people that were constantly dying, newbies always getting recruited, and going out on hunts that lasted for days, maybe even a week or two, a social life, then she wasn't really a social butterfly

Then they had something in common.

Yeah. And Electa was really out of practice when it came to communicating.

That's alright. Vexin is a good start, he's a little sweety and you don't have to worry about him judging you. He'll worry for your health and care if you're in danger and stuff but say something against it and he'll do his best to leave you be.