Neil fought his way back through the fog. It was a quick walk from the guest house to the dormitories. He made it to his room to find Todd mulling over a history assignment.
"Could I borrow your trig book?" Neil asked, shifting through the jumble of papers on his desk, "I let Barton borrow it and now I'm scared I'm never going to get it back."
Todd leaned over to look through his bag and pulled out his book tossing it over to Neil who threw his coat over his desk chair and bounded on his bed, flipping through its thick pages.
"So what did you think of Charlie's sister?" He asked Todd.
Todd tried to look busy with his things but Neil noticed a crimson shade tint his cheeks.
"You think she's pretty?"
"Well yah," Todd answered, "In her own way. Not like drop dead gorgeous, just a different sort of pretty,"
"Oh," Neil said, turning back to the book in his hands, "I see."
"What do you think of her?" Todd asked, looking over at his best friend.
"Well I think that Charlie's very lucky to have a sister like her. She's smart, but she also is shy," Neil commented, looking up at Todd on that last remark.
"Like me?" Todd asked.
"In her own way; just a different sort of shy." Neil said with a grin.
"Oh."
"You should get to know her; I think you'd like her,"
"Maybe."
Neil shook his head and chuckled. He knew that was all he was going to get out of Todd tonight about Dalton's kid sister.