They eat their frozen yogurt, talking about books.

"Have you read The Maze Runner?" he asks.

"Yes," she answers. "It's a really good series."

They go back and forth about the characters for a bit.

Then Isaac asks her how old she is.

"18," she replies.

"I'm 19."

He asks what she looks like.

"Average," she answers. "I'm not that pretty, or anything."

He scoffs. "I doubt that."

Her face turns a deep red.

"You say that, but you know you look good." The words slip from her mouth.

He smirks. "You think I'm good looking?"

She smacks his arm. "Shut up."

He grins and she feels like she's floating.