She completely looked like a little kid. If only he had a camera, just to take her picture now and mock her with it later. Smirking a little, he stretched out onto the bed beside her and glanced in her direction, still looking fairly amused.
"All right then." He sat quietly for a moment, thinking things over. Then he started speaking. He wasn't much of a storyteller. But he figured if he could lie to the cops and government agents and all sorts of other people, he should at least be able to string together something.
"Once upon a time," he started slowly, arms folding over his chest, "there was a girl. Her name was Heather."