Iris nodded slowly, turning the page and resuming where she left off. "Yes, I am writing a story I hope to be published," she answered, keeping her handwriting quick yet neat like it usually was without looking up at him. She had never really had someone who was interested in her or what her interests were. She let her hair fall in her face, not even minding that it covered her face from him. It made her shy edge perk, though. She felt a bit self-conscious around him but she didn't know why. Finally stopping with the writing, her eyes met his. "I saw you taking a picture earlier. Do you like pictures?" she asked, finally swiping her hair out of her face.