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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 682583" data-attributes="member: 98">Monday, 12:30pmLincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove“Outstanding,” Lorenzo said lightly.  He wove his way between the girls seated at both Becca’s table and the table across from her as he made his way to the seat.  Lorenzo nodded and smiled at the girls, called out names when he knew them.   He was sure to say “what’s up?” to Becca’s sister, Julie, and flash a good smile her way. No reason to alienate a sibling Lorenzo thought.“So, is everyone set for the game tonight?” Lorenzo asked as he gracefully sat down.  Lorenzo worked lightly on his lunch – he always did – as the main meal at home was dinner, unless his mother was showing a home.  Lorenzo relaxed and rolled in his element, “and, what was with Ms. Stevens this morning – bad weekend, or what?”He, then, listened to what the girls had to say.  As his mother had taught him, one had to  be truly interested (by really listening, and commenting to let them know you’re listening) in what a person was saying to be able to understand them and be friends with them.  Lorenzo found that almost everyone appreciated that, especially girls.All the while, without being rude, Lorenzo smiled and almost glowed himself, awash in Becca’s presence, and favored her when she spoke.</blockquote>