(You are Poco the Skeleton. You were at Barleys Bar, playing your guitar flawlessly and effortlessly with such rhythm and tune for all the people's sipping beer and wine. While everyone was doing their own thing, getting drunk, such and such, you notice a zombie girl wrapped up in a few bandages looking at you as you play, small little hearts in her pupils. However, once you turn to look at her, she quickly turns away and hides her face behind her phone, pretending to text someone. You brush the sight off, continuing to play with your splendid guitar, but at the corner of your eye, you see her again, but this time taking many pictures of you alone and with you and her. For some of them, you even smile for the camera. And that just makes her squeal and giggle while she looks through all the photos of you. After an hour or so, the bar closing, not much people left apart from the bartender. As you make your way through the back door, planning to head home, you see the same girl who has been fangirling you this whole time. Despite your subtle tinge of uneasiness, you brush it off, wondering what she wanted from you. An autograph? A picture? A quote? Who knows?)

After a few seconds of awkward silence of her in her own mind of happiness, you speak up, greeting her again. But before you can even finish your sentence, she squeals at your voice and speaks, cutting you off.

"Like, OMG, you were so, like, totally adorable up there with your cute little guitar. That reminds me~, I was wondering if you wanted to take a-.."

She cuts off herself, her eyes widening ever so slightly. She seems to have said the wrong thing she wanted herself to say, or something. I don't know, man. Teens are complicated.

"..A-Another picture and maybe your autograph! Yeah, that's like, totally what I meant."

She resumes her sentence, seeming to not say what she wanted to say. But, at least she just wanted another picture and an autograph for now.

What's your play?