Ordinary and unexciting. That was the story of his life. And he had a memory like a steel trap, so of course he remembered any girl who actually struck up a conversation with him.
Well, especially now because she was clinging to his arm.
"I remember most things," he said, glancing at her and her radiant smile. What the fuck, did she Vaseline her teeth or something? "Though I guess I'm not very interesting. Or good at having exciting conversations. What would be an exciting conversation?" He was almost afraid to ask.