Laundromat: Irrelevent

He frowned when she didn't answer. "You alright? You look a bit frazzled. Did you sleep in your clothes last night?" She looked at him. "Don't you notice anything different about me?" He squinted at her. "Like what?" *Like I'm wearing someone else's clothes? Like I have the chest of a little girl?* Sarah wanted to scream. "Ummm...Tyler," she tested. "What do you think of the Head Cheerleader?" "Amber? She's hot, but...she's kind of snooty, don't you think?" *Amber Levine is the head cheerleader?* Amber was much more of a follower than a leader. "What about Sarah McMillan?" She tested. "Umm...who?" Tyler said, blankly. Sarah wasn't sure what to make of that. He clearly wasn't lying. *How could he not know who I am? And who does he think I am?*