[Wow, he doesn't even have to try very hard. This was going to be so easy. He'd already taken the bait hook, line and sinker, and now all Edie had to do was reeeeeeeel him in. 'She' leaned forward, leaning on 'her' hand, and twirled a lock of dark brown hair around 'her' finger.] My my, and you're the flattering type, too.

Should I be worried? About boys who say pretty things and then don't keep their promises.

[The order of the drink, though, makes Edie quite happy; he smiles demurely.] I'm Edie. And you?