"Oh? You must be drowning in friends." Dry as deserts, that comment, though Julia sounded amused rather than sarcastic. She'd already committed his smile to memory, found herself watching her food rather than him while she mused over the parallel ideas of approaching total strangers and approaching undesired familiarity. Didn't know him from Adam -- that was how the saying went -- but despite the unknown odds her nerves sang, her heart pounded, her mouth had gone a little dry because Persephone felt in every part of her that this was a pivotal moment fast approaching, a bullet train best reached for before it zipped by at sound-breaking speed.
She shivered, a fine tremor running through a fine body, then looked back up toward him with a pale gaze too practiced to be wild-eyed. "The rule-breaking kind. I'm Julia."