"Really? She turned you down for prom?" He let out a soft chuckle, pondering why she might have done so.

Johan had been listening to you yap for about an hour in the cafeteria. He rested his arm on the table, watching you talk with his hand on his chin, amused and smiling while sipping from his milk carton.

He offered you some of his food, knowing you would ask for it anyway. "Maybe it's for the best that she turned you down. Perhaps she doesn't like boys, because who would turn down someone like you? If I were her, I wouldn't do that." He chuckled softly again, not quite sure why those words came out automatically. But he didn't really care. He enjoys watching you talk like that.