"Bullshit," said Arla, leaning forward and then reaching for the tea again. She took a sip, watching David carefully. "You have interesting stories; you just don't have shit you want to talk about. I know what that's like. I don't blame you. It's not a big deal or anything. Don't tell me." She smiled and set her cup down.
"Don't tell me and rub that stuff on my hands, baby."