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[h1][color=ed1c24]Lilac Diana Rider[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Locations: Bakery Stall at Arrowsmith High School Fair.
Interactions: Clyde Christopher Lee [@Klaykid], Abbie Ollah McGumferry [@sakurasan][/center]
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When the busty girl began to speak, Lilac's eyes travelled from the tall boy's face to hers. Lilac's face seemed to take on a hint of confusion when the nod and single word reply followed by the sound of footsteps walking away from her booth she had expected did not come. Not only that, but the response that came was a long and detailed one, answering questions she had not even asked. This was not a type of interaction she was familiar with. Usually customers bought their food, thanked her, and then left. But it seemed that these two, more specifically the girl, didn't really want to leave right away. But Lilac forced herself to plaster a smile on her face and listened to the girl. 

[color=59EEE9][b]"He does! And he just loves to observe others techniques. Oh and thanks!! God, your pastries are great. Clydey kept on mentioning how he wanted me to try these. I usually just get something creme filled at your shop."[/b][/color]

Clydey? Whenever she saw him, Lilac had always assumed that he had a strong, one syllable name, like Steve, or Dave, or Tom. But never in a million years would she have guessed Clydey. [color=ed1c24]"Uh...Thanks...We work really hard to make our customers happy...and they usually are...because our pastries are really good...So I'm glad you enjoy them..."[/color] she said, her sentences having more pauses than actual dialogue. But that's how she always spoke, probably due to her lack of social skills. Lilac was about to tell them to have a good day, as there was no way they'd continue talking to her after that awkward display, and yet, before she could, the girl continued to speak. 

[color=59EEE9][b]"You're around my age...15, right? Hmm.. The place owned by your family?"[/b][/color]

Lilac paused, still managing to keep on a fake smile. Why were they still at her booth? She'd given them their cookies, she'd had a bit of casual conversation. What more did they want? She was not a social butterfly! This kind of situation wasn't really her field of expertise! And yet, she found herself answering the girl's questions. [color=ed1c24]"...I'm 14 actually...and yeah...my mom and dad run the place..."[/color] there was a longer pause there, taking up a span of about 10 seconds, before she finally said, [color=ed1c24]"...With the help of Mr. Samson....he's my cat..."[/color]