"Calm yourself, cowboy...it wasn't so great of a deal. It was just a spoon, no ice cream on it, nothing...I couldn't stop, though...if your hair is so curly and tangling." Annie responded in such an innocent tone. So, this was how a boy reacted when messed up with something he was vain for, like Torin. Haha. Oh well, Annie seemed to know a bunch of boys with that little weird feeling to have a perfect hair.

She cleared her throat and then looked back at her forearm, which she continued immediately to massage. "I'm Anna Maria Robles, fourth year." She introduced after a few seconds of letting out breaths of relief. Finally her nauseas were leaving her.

"And you are?" Annie asked, raising her eyebrow and hoping the boy, with his red face of anger and all, would be a gentleman to respond to her.