"It's nice to meet you," he said, directing his gaze to Bobbi and Danielle in turn, shaking Bobbi's hand with only a brief expression of confusion. And then his attention was diverted completely. "Telephoto lenses? Really? Well, I imagine you ladies photograph well, but still, you're just walking around. I fail to see the cause for great interest. It will be nice to escape my Religious Studies teacher, though. The man was a slavedriver with homework alone."

It says something even with Danielle and her gloriously snowy hair in the room he keeps looking at Bobbi. Oh, God. How did anyone talk to a girl their age without descending into total panic?