"So what do you want to do later?"

She smiles. It's a cold smile. Her hair is slightly stirred by the wind, and is shun on by the sun. Her eyes, hazel and green at the edges, don't move.

"I don't know. Anything life throws at me."

She pauses for a second, and continues. "I swim four times a week. I do robotics. Horseback riding. Volunteer. Study. School work. Read. Talk to friends. Breathe oxygen and nitrogen, along with whatever pollutants are there." 

She looks up from her chai tea. 

"Truly, I do anything thrown at me to try."

I nod. Maybe she's not that bad, I think. Maybe she just gives you a bad impression.

"I also write books on a social media website."

Is she one of those creepy fangirls? Her smile is no longer cold, I notice. Her hair, blond and straight, continues to flow with the breeze. She sips her tea slowly and continues.

"Wattpad. I go by Gracie there."