"Right, and then there's the added bonus of never being able to re-read them all," Dawn joked, trying to have something, anything to say to break the tension that she was probably imagining. Still, she couldn't imagine what he could possibly see in her, a seventeen year-old girl with an insecure streak a mile wide, more issues than his favorite magazines and a complete lack of conversation skills. Nobody actually went for that wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights Lolita thing - did they?
"You might think that," she said, then frowned, "for some weird, unfathomable reason, but I'm sure you're um, mature enough to know that some people are more trouble than they're worth."