Emiliano looked at you from his sitting position in the cafeteria, the vending machine gave you the wrong drink so you offerd it to him, he was just checking out the whole wanting to hit on you, only problem, he moved to America just a couple weeks ago from Mexico and he didn't speak English yet...

He took the drink in his hand. He parted his lips to speak, but was unsure of how to phrase this.

So instead, he simply pointed at you, a soft whisper passing through his lips, “Pretty.”