He rolled his eyes, not even having a clue what she was on about but he grabbed her hand and began gravitating toward a bench before a family of six hundred could steal it and use it as a place to happily gaze at fireworks.
"Here's an interesting conversation," Eli began once he was sitting. "Why you won't tell me anything about you. Like anything real, besides that you don't know why you were following me which is bullshit. I mean, who are you?" Besides an overly cheerful girl who was afraid of ghosts and the boogeyman and practically lived at Disneyland.