Lynne noticed a movement in the corner of her eye and looked over, blushing slightly as she couldn't help appreciating the somewhat exotic accent and, well, quite obviously his looks. She looked away again quickly as the waiter gave her the French fries and chicken sandwich she'd ordered.
When he seemed to be addressing her, she looked back at him again, grinning slightly. "I know what you mean," she laughed, looking down at herself. Jeans and a tank top, as per usual. She laughed again when he pulled on his bangs a little. "I feel like I should be in bobbysox and a poodle skirt," she agreed. "Maybe a really high ponytail, even," she added with a smirk.
After a short pause, she held a hand out. "I'm Lynne," she offered.