Taking the card, Glory shoved it into her pocket.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said. She hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "This is going to sound kind of random, but humor me. There aren't any other girls with your name our age, are there? Because I can just see myself getting people with the same name all confused in my head..." Of course, that last statement was just an excuse to get her to answer, and Glory hoped it would work.

Selena raised an eyebrow. "No. Not in this area, anyway," she responded, nodding. "Just me!"

"Alright," Glory said, keeping her voice as even as possible. "I should probably be heading back... Fish doesn't keep long, and I'm sure Nana will want to cook it tonight." She held up her basket as proof, the tuna being right on top. "I don't want it to get too warm before I get back home."

"Yeah, it tends to go bad pretty quickly. I'll see you later, Glory!" Selena called, turning and walking down the aisle she'd been attempting to head down before they had bumped into each other.

"Yeah..." Glory said as Selena walked away, "I'm sure you will." She could just tell that school would be a bit tense if she had to deal with Selena too much. Already, she was debating whether or not to mention the encounter to Léan. She paid for the groceries and got into her car, still debating with herself.

Léan was still curled up and asleep back at the beach. He looked a little less tired, now. That little bit of sleep had done wonders for him...insomnia tended to be a problem of his, but only sometimes, when he was too excited or wary to sleep.

When Glory got home, she quickly went inside and put the groceries away, letting Nana know what she got. Then she headed back out to the beach. She grinned when she saw Léan still asleep.

"So cute," she cooed, nudging him with a foot. "I'm back..."

Léan stirred, yawning, and then sat up, poking his head above water. "Welcome back...did anything interesting happen?" he asked to make conversation, rubbing at his eyes a bit.

Glory hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"No, not really," she replied, sitting down in the water next to him. The sunburn on her shoulders was healing, and was already starting to peel. She picked at it absently, avoiding his gaze.

Léan raised an eyebrow. Usually, she would meet his eyes...but now...

"Something did happen," he retorted, calmly. It wasn't a question. "Did you get hurt? Did something attack you? What is it?" If she chose to tell him about Selena, he probably would not believe her without a picture to prove it...

Glory hesitated again, then shook herself. Best to just get it out in the open...

"Murphy's Law dictates that everything that can go wrong will go wrong. So by that logic... I managed to run into the one person I would have rather not," she rushed. Slower, she continued, "And 'Selena' isn't a very common name around here, is it?"

Léan seemed to get a little paler, but he shrugged. "I...I wouldn't know...anything that goes on above the water here..." he offered lamely. "Did you run into a Selena...? Do you have a picture?"

Shoving her hand into her pocket, Glory pulled out the now-damp card.

"Irony at its finest," she muttered to herself. The very thing that Selena had handed her was now being handed over to Léan. Wordlessly, she gave it to him. "She said herself that there aren't any others our age with the same name..."

Léan seemed reluctant to take it, but he did eventually. He peered at it. Immediately, a look of sadness and even dislike came over his expression.

He held it out to her. "That is her," he admitted, quietly.

Taking it back, Glory put it back into her pocket, not caring if it got ruined.

"I figured," she said softly. Reaching over, she hugged him. Then, after a moment, she said, "She was really chatty... She made me feel like a recluse or something. I don't get how you could listen to it."

Léan leaned on her, contently. "That always bothered me, as well...she is a good person, deep down, but too...human. Humans are naturally not supposed to be fond of the idea that other intelligent creatures, besides them, reside in this world...it is probably why she reacted the way she did...I will never forgive her...though...I should have considered that before I tried to masquerade as one. I knew I would run out of that potion. I suppose I was being...idiotic."

"People always do crazy things when they're in love and all that good stuff," Glory replied. She paused for a moment, and then, "If I hadn't made the excuse to leave when I did, I think I would have smacked her, and she would have had no idea why."

Léan chuckled, closing his eyes. "That would have been interesting to see..." He seemed to getting out of that depressed reverie the more she spoke to him.

"It would have been even more interesting to do," Glory assured him. Lower, more to herself than to him, she added, "Let's see how chipper she is after being smacked upside the head with a tuna fillet..."

Léan grinned, chuckling more. "That would have been even more interesting to see...are you planning on jumping her in your school hallway, for spite?" he added, tilting his head slightly. "That would get you in trouble."

"Not if nobody finds out," Glory pointed out, more for the sake of being contrary than anything. "Besides, four out of five hallway fights are between girls anyways. I bet nobody will even blink at it." Shrugging, she continued, "It would be easier to just leave her little hints, anyways, and let her figure it out on her own."

"Mm...true...the hallway fighting-thing was not true for my school..." Léan informed her, pointedly. "I'd gotten in more than one fistfight...people tended to like to pick on me. And I would not take any of it, so I let them have it. Leaving little hints might be more enjoyable..."

"Catfights and fistfights are different," Glory said. "Girls really don't fistfight... At least, in my old high school." She grinned. "I might have been more inclined to watch the fights if they did. Catfights aren't as interesting."

Léan arched an eyebrow. "I've seen females fistfight before," he informed her, amused. "It is interesting. No hair-pulling or anything. Just punches...kicks...violence."

"Most of the girls I went to school with were more worried about messing up their nails," Glory said. "That might be why there were more catfights."