Laughing, Lynne looked back at Matt with mock awe. "You know, you're totally right. You win, hands down," she joked. Some things, she supposed, would never change.
When Matt repeated the shard to the hip Lynne reached down with one hand and pushed the seam of her jeans gently up and down against the wound to relieve an itch that erupted at the mention, as if on cue. "Yeaaahhh, so that sucked," she replied, shrugging. She wanted to ask where he'd been, but she also didn't really want to talk about where she'd been if he asked to reciprocate interest. Somehow, no matter where he was and what he'd been doing, she thought she'd end up with the more embarrassing story. Praying to Noah's porcelain God in almost no clothes, didn't really have the sort of ring that fucking this gorgeous chick at *insertlocationhere* would have and Lynne was sure that'd be his answer.
Failing when she tried not to blush, Lynne took another sip of her drink and set it down on the table, tucking her hair behind her ears reflexively. "Yeah, you know I was just kidding about the whole 'not yet' thing," she replied, wrinkling her nose.
"There was no proposition there or anything. From either of us," she was quick to add. "But, yeah that was so amazingly unexpected. I mean, dude... Fuckin' Steve Kazarian! You know? I never thought I'd be able to say I'd met the guy much less had effing lunch with him..."
Pausing, Lynne smirked. "Also, he said I'm pretty," she said smugly, making a big to-do of brushing her hair back over her shoulder in a playfully arrogant way.