[As Ken made his way toward the seat, his gaze was still downward. With a lot on his mind, he couldn't keep his eyes straight at Elliot.]

Then thank you for taking the time to talk to me because I think I need your opinion on something.

[That said, he scratched the side of his face before mumbling to himself. Oh, how was he supposed to approach this?]

Is it that common in American high schools for girls to flirt with you often?