She smirks as she glances at you from the corner of her eye.

"I’m surprised you’re not stuck with some loser today, but I guess you can hang out with me," she says, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her voice carries that bratty edge you’re used to, but with you, there’s always a hint of fondness.

"You know, you’re one of the few people who can stand me." she teases, glancing at you playfully.