After some visible hesitation, Sheila has made her mind.
- Phil, just, do me a favor, stop pursuing me. She said,
- You are good friend, cute boy, but,
- What but?
- You aren't my type, you see.
- And whats wrong?
- Some girls like skinny guys, I don't. Get some press and shoulders. Well, that doesn't matter, it would be better for us to remain friends.
At that point Phil had to say something, but he hadn't figured what exactly. Further discussion was about pets, bbq on weekend and other harmless things.