Casper ran his hand through his hair out of habit. Even after doing that, it flopped back into the mess on his head. He frowned when he thought that this girl was asking a lot of questions about himself. It scared him a little. He wasn't used to being given even this much attention.

"Well," he started. "It's really none of your business."

He folded his arms in front of him, and noticed how she was observing him as well. He did his best to look collected, but he was really beginning to get paranoid again. For all he knew, she was probably totally judging him in her mind. It was nothing, he knew didn't care, but couldn't stop wondering about what she thought. Casper tilted his head and thought of something to ask. "Aren't you going home any time now?"