Laney pinched the sand between her finger tips and let it fall back to the ground slowly. She didn't want to appear too eager to continue the conversation. She wanted to appear like she was mentally checked out, and not at all interested in anything he had to say; rather, she was only in it for mundane beach conversation and something to do. This wasn't true, of course, but she wanted him to think that anyways.
"So I've been told," she said nonchalantly. Truthfully, Laney was one of those people who couldn't be tied down. She was constantly moving, constantly trying to break down barriers, and constantly trying to question and challenge authority. She hated being told what to do. Hated it.