Taking a sip of her drink as Kaz spoke and tried getting the waitress's attention, Lynne nodded. She'd heard about that, but she'd thought it was a rumor. "Well, those reality shows are lame anyway and you look fine now," she replied with a shrug, finally coming down off her fan-girling excitement.
As she looked down at her plate, she dragged a French fry through her ketchup, she shrugged again. "Me? I'm a stylist," she replied, looking back up again. "I moonlight as a bartender sometimes. It's all very exciting," she added with mock seriousness, a small smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth. "I don't know that much about you, though," she pointed out. "Are you still performing and stuff? Like, I mean on your own or with another band or anything?"
Lynne was keen to get off the subject of herself; she'd never been and probably never would be comfortable talking about herself. And anyway, it was surreal and weird to be talking about herself to him of all people. Talk about random...