She thought for a moment, then smiled slyly. "I've got secrets. I don't know if I'd count them as hobbies. Talents, more like." She'd only told a few people about her special gift. It wasn't anything good like reciting poetry. More freakish than anything. It was probably better to keep it to herself, now that she thought about it. She didn't want to freak David out.
"I'm pretty good at people watching," she said. "It's not poems, but I'm a decent reader of personalities." She had a good judge of character, or whatever. That was a talent, right?