"...what... what do... you want?" She asked after dragging me to the roof top.

I smiled at her. I knew she dragged me away from spectators. Not because she wanted privacy but because she hated being looked at. So I look at her because her discomfort amuses me. Heh.

She tentatively glanced at me, "what..."

I shrugged. To be honest, I really don't know what I wanted. I just wanted to break the monotony of my day and she seemed interesting.

She looked at me with a small frown on her face. Oh! A small line is appearing in between her brow! I've never watched another person's face before! How interesting.

"...what... do you... want?"

I shrug again. I really don't know. "Eh? What do you have?" I asked.

"...do you.... need.... money?" She looked at me without making eye contact.

Eh? Did she  just ask me if I needed money? What the-? "Did you say money?" Furrowing my brow in confusion, then it dawned on me! Oho! She thinks I'm a bully extorting money from her! I stifle a laugh and bent over leveling my eyes to her..... "Oi, you think I'm a bully?"

Her eyes widened and she started waving her hands in denial, "...no! I mean... I don't... I..." she was flustered. I took note of the minute changes of her face, was pulling downwards and her eyes a little squinted expressing great discomfort. Poor girl! How... cute.

"Eh?" Leaning my face closer to hers, "Well, there are only two types o