"Uh huh." That most certainly wasn't lady like or mature of her, but her mind was whirling as she considered what he must be thinking at the realization that he'd have to kiss her someone he thought was a kid. Someone who he would never even consider romantically. And he would regret it, this time she knew that with certainty, he would regret it just as Lester had.

She would not, could not, pity herself. Lester was a mistake. Alvin was ... an awkward situation. At least she knew up front what he would be thinking. There would be no need to overthink it. She knew it as clear as the daylight shining in through the greenhouse's thick glass. Tomorrow she wouldn't wake up floating down the stairs dreaming of him and what awaited her, only to find he wouldn't speak to her. Besides, had it not been for her own bloody pride she wouldn't even be in this situation in the first place.

"Just do it." She couldn't meet his gaze again, fixing her eyes on his forehead. He was so close, almost embracing her, holding her upright, and yet she felt like no matter how she steeled herself, no matter what she told herself, what reasons she explained it away, this would still mean something to her. It would still be a foolish girlish fantasy and a kiss would only ignite it. Better to get it over with then.