Whitefish River all this on me

The longer this went on the more Riley realized he was flirting dangerously close to the edge. One, he was nowhere near as sharp in mental acuity as Spica -- and two, he had no idea what he was doing. His only saving grace was he was being weird enough to be offputting.

The game or whatever it was came to a halt as Spica's smile began to glitter in her eyes. Well fuck, he'd been had already. Riley cut her a long gaze, studying her face openly. What was it like to wear ones' emotions so openly on their face? To smile easily? To be so smart? Again came that ruthless feeling of being immeasurably small - he knew he wasn't like Spica. Not in a way that mattered. It made him feel alienated to feel so different, and to be so handily bested.

The seconds spanned into half a minute. Riley could go with you're not pretty enough to flirt with (which wasn't really true - Riley was beginning to think she was cute) or he could go with yeah, what are you going to do about it? The only problem was he couldn't decide on which, and every time he thought he picked an answer his brain began to misfire to the point that rather than deliver coherent sentences, Riley began to stutter. "Y-you're  not... Not.." After the fifth humilating stutter, Riley fell silent with a rueful flash of his eyes.

"Y-yes."