>You ruffle the page in your book with an index finger and a thumb.
>Page 309. Not too long, and you're finally finished with this damn thing.
>It's a real slog, too.
>"Hiiii Anon!"
>Oh God. The blue one.
"Mm."
>She's smiling. You can see it out of the corner of your eye.
>You risk a quick glance. It really is quick - you know it.
>You were always good at these kinds of things. That's probably why they hired you.
>But she was quicker.
>"Hi!"
>She moves closer to you. Kind of too close, but it's clear she doesn't know.
"Mm. Hi."
>You're sitting squarely at the end of a small red loveseat, arms folded flatly into a comfortable reading position. The blue-haired one takes clear advantage of this and sits right next to you.
>"Sooo..."
>You dog-ear your book and put it on the table to the side. There's no getting out of this one.
>You're facing her now. It's an awkward position to face someone - almost like the both of you are in a play.
"What's up?"
>She smiles at your full attention. Sonata, that's her name. Sonata Dusk.
>"Can I ask you something?"
>You stiffen and attempt to fix the crick in your neck. Sonata was rarely on the listening end of a conversation.
"Sure. What's up?"
>"Well...I was just wondering...we never...us three, I mean...we never..."
>She's unnaturally bashful. You hope the reason won't make you too uncomfortable, but this girl has a knack for doing just that.
Sonata laughs nervously. Again, strange. You've never seen her nervous before. She looks away and back at you with a flash.
>"You wouldn't eat us, would you?"
>You lean forward slightly, flabbergasted.
"Wh...what?"
>"Well...ya know..."
>She tugs slyly at her ponytail.
>"Aria said that you eat people. During Christmas, I mean."
>You try to form words but they won't come out. You couldn't formulate a sentence that doesn't start and end with 'what?' anyway.
>Sonata leans forward again, blushing. Is she...trembling? 
>"I don't taste good. I taste like blueberries."
>You put your hand up to your chin in thought.
"Well - I actually kind of like blueberries, to be honest."
>She chirps out an adorable 'eep' and scoots back feverishly to the other end of the loveseat. 
>This makes you smile. Maybe you could have some fun here?
>You grin and shuffle closer to her. Grinning is something you never do, and she seems to notice.
>Sonata is shaking like a motel mattress. Her lips are pursed.
>You're right next to her now. Her head is leaning back as yours is leaning forward.
"You know what? Don't. Move."
>The poor girl is petrified. Mouth open, she tries to scream but it takes a few seconds to come out.
>"AAAUUUUUUUUGH!"
>Sonata falls to the ground with a thud and darts away.
>Passing her as she rushes through the doorway is a certain purple-haired troublemaker.
>You face her as she enters.
"I eat people? Really? And she believed that?"
>Aria smirks and walks around you into the master bathroom.
>You give her another couple seconds but she doesn't respond.
>Picking up your book, you feel a smile creep towards the edges of your mouth.
>Now, where did you leave off?