The name was a verb; how many times had he made a joke out of that to beguile her into smiling? To tempt her into loosening her atrophied grip on the dolly arm of doom and gloom? She grinned even now to echo the memory. Bit the plump of her bottom lip in buzzed recollection, though, how exactly they'd gotten to know each other was a difficult thing to sum up. She hoped that Adam would accept what she let loose somehow softly from her lips despite having to speak up more fully.
"I told her all of my secrets. That's how we met." and she stared over to Dria's eyes, so elegant and black as 8balls, never regretting the deed. She was one of the few people in the world who knew too much. And she didn't mind.