"Nice...." Alice looks up at Matt, blushes then quickly looks back down at the sand. She hands him the sketch book, her arms trembling slightly. "H-Here's your book." Alice felt different around Matt. She never trembled, not even if death was staring her in the face and telling her it was her time. Why was she like this? She wasn't sure if she really liked Matt but it started to become more noticeable to herself.