I paused,
wait is that...? Another pause, "J-Jenna?" A small half-smile crept across my lips, I recalled something. It was small, I suppose I should say. Shaking my head, I crossed my arms, at least it took the edge off, "Jenna, what are you do--?" Oh yeah, I remember, "Oh, right. Sorry." A giggled a little bit, trying to calm her nerves, "Say, you're, uh, cuter in real-life." Yeah, it was stupid. At least, that's what I thought. I extended a hand, recalling a post I sent to her a few nights ago, "Come with me if you want to live."
I extended my hand out, silent, as I knew her predicament, anticipating her response. NO PRESSURE HERE BBY.