Ophelia peered up at the boy and bit her lip thoughtfully. He was nice, she decided. Or rather, interesting. Yeah, that was it. Interesting. She'd have to keep an eye on this one, Ophelia thought, letting the left corner of her lips curve upward into a coy smirk. 

Amidst all his talk about cigarettes (thank god she could smoke without a stern lecture from a staff member) and counselors (if she smoked weed, she'd probably be ecstatic), she almost didn't notice that he'd paused expectantly, as if waiting for a response. 

Ah.

Ophelia combed her short term memory. Was there something he needed from her? Her name? How many more idiots were going to strip down and jump into the water?

His eyes flicked down to the cigarette, buried halfway into the sand like some halfhearted funeral, and back up to meet Ophelia's puzzled stare.

An eyebrow raised in recognition met one raised in optimistic expectation.

She nodded.

She smiled.