Lips pursed, head tilting as she stared at the blonde before her. It was probably rude– no, it actually kind of was, but being the airhead she was, it’s not like she noticed she was staring. She was probably spacing out again, and oh look! The girl turned around and–

“I swear I wasn’t staring because I was imagining you as a rabbit!” Well, there goes any excuses of not staring like a creep.