[color=a187be]"Oh...okay."[/color]  Harley replied dropping her hand to her side.  [color=a187be]"Reckon I'll see y'all later then.  Adios."[/color]  She could practically feel her face growing warmer by the second.  After the two left, she sat on a nearby bench and looked up at the ceiling.  Looked like making friends on the first day was shot down for her.  [color=a187be]"Damn.  These city folk sure are rude. I was only tryin' to help."[/color]  She frowned slightly keeping her gaze above.  Was it worth coming to New York to be an artist?