Jenny looked rather hurt when Hendrix backed away from her, pouting firmly and making another weak grab for his bowtie. "B-But Henny," she whined slightly, "I'm into you!"
Did he really not want her? That was absurd! They were made for each other. Ella was much too exciting, they could just.. sit together and play chess. She guessed he was probably pretty ripped under all of those sweater-vests. Giggling again, she looked up at Hendrix seriously. "You should take your shirt off. I bet you are like.. so buff."