Tiny laughed as he explained and shook her head a bit. "There was never an official list of acceptable hairstyles for Jane Eyre published by Charlotte Brontë. Perhaps Jane Eyre preferred her hair long and loose and free as I do."
His casual nature and relaxed attitude were comforting to Tiny. In fact, he reminded her slightly of her brother in some respects. Her brother was, after all, a good looking, confident, loud young man full of all sorts of strange ideas. As soon as this thought occurred to Tiny, based of course on Ben's first impression alone, she immediately liked him exponentially more solely on the basis of her internal comparison. She'd already had a good feeling about him before anyway, and now, so far as Tiny was concerned, her hunch had just been confirmed; she and Ben would be friends.
"Yes, I write. This and that and et cetera. Poetry indeed, but I've also been working on a script. I fear it may be unbearably pretentious, though, and I'm stuck on the ending. I may just kill every character and call it quits," Tiny rambled, sighing a bit as she considered her unfinished endeavour. "And you're a novelist, or trying to be. And a Private Investigator, allegedly. Though the claims are as yet unfounded since I have seen no evidence of any private investigating occurring."