Coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee. This would solve all of their problems. She blew cool air across the surface as she poured in her creamer. As he sat down with her she found herself leaning towards him. She hoped no one else would notice.
"Oh! That's why you asked..." She laughed too, shaking her head. That made sense. Well, not sense, but at least now she got his earlier question. "Mine's. I'm still pretty young but I've got." Her hands left her coffee cup sitting on the table and rose to gesture wildly over her head. "I've got these fishing nets over my head? And like seashells and starfish and little crabs decorating my hair?" She laughed again although hers was a little nervous. Compared to Paul's description, Cassie felt hers was really out there. Maybe she should be the one worried that someone would take her away.