[He's pretty terrible with girls. He's definitely pretty terrible with smart, pretty girls. Thankfully, for some reason, it's more endearing than off-putting in Eileen's mind.
She leaves him with another tiny squeeze of his wrist--and she does seem to rush, if her slight breathlessness when she comes to find him again is to be trusted. Then again, the breathlessness might be for the apparently superheroic transformation--it's slightly possible that she ran into a phone booth in her uniform and then popped back out like this: hair down and tousled, shirt back to low cut and clinging, heels making her a more respectable height and makeup actually thrown on with a light touch.
He won't object to her greeting him by grabbing his hand again, right?]
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She leaves him with another tiny squeeze of his wrist--and she does seem to rush, if her slight breathlessness when she comes to find him again is to be trusted. Then again, the breathlessness might be for the apparently superheroic transformation--it's slightly possible that she ran into a phone booth in her uniform and then popped back out like this: hair down and tousled, shirt back to low cut and clinging, heels making her a more respectable height and makeup actually thrown on with a light touch.
He won't object to her greeting him by grabbing his hand again, right?]