Net blinked at this random guy. She wasn't quite sure why he was laughing at her, but if this was a pickup line, it wasn't working very well. She didn't think you were suppose to get girls to agree to go out with you by confusing them too much to say no. She blinked at him, listening as his angry tone turned to one of amusement. Sit with him? After he'd laughed at her? "Um...yeah, sure. I'll sit with you." No, wait. Wait. Apparently it was working. Why hadn't she said no?

Net followed the young man over to his table, trying to process what had just happened. "Uh, thanks for asking me to sit, I guess. The tables are kinda full." She admitted as she glanced around the little shop. "So, my name's Clarinet. Like the woodwind, yes. No, I don't blow." She added with a sigh. She'd learned to add that qualifier around guys. She brushed a bit of hair behind her ear, curious about her new table partner. He looked young, and his car spoke of wealth. But he ether wasn't from around here, or he hadn't attended high school with her. Most of the rich kids went to her high school. Unless they'd been private schooled. Judging by his dress, however, she assumed he had gone through public. Private school kids only wore designer brand t-shirts, and his was an obvious knock off. Not to mention the 'trying too hard' leather jacket. Seriously, who wore those any more?

"I didn't scratch your car!" Net shot upright in her chair, indignant by the accusation she'd only just registered. "I checked it before I came inside. It's got some niiiice curves. Curves I didn't scratch." She added quickly. "And yes, if I had, I would have left a note. Jerk."