It was awkward.

She didn't talk.

I didn't talk.

We just worked.

It went on like that for two hours.

"Does my Sexuality make you uncomfortable?" 

I didn't know how to answer that.

"It's okay. I would never like you Olivia. You're not my type. I'm just like every other girl." 

Then tone she used was flat. Like when she rejected that boy.

I forced down the feeling of hurt that rose in me.

She knew my name?

It occurred to me I didn't know her name. I just called her Green Eyes.

"Oh." Was the only weak reply I could muster.

It was silent again.