Naea smiled gently. "I've met a few, but then it seems that not much happens. Everybody's life is busy, and that's not always a bad thing. Just seems harder to find things to do on your own." And now that David was gone, increasingly so. She and Adam were New Orleans bound for a tattoo run, of all things, with the artist who had helped make her own body into a canvas. But, Naea didn't work every single day of the week, and homework only lasted so long. "The weirdness keeps it interesting, that's for sure."
She decided to sit Indian-style on the couch and tucked her feet up. "So, have you a beau or a girl that you call your own?" She smiled, having the feeling that she shouldn't have asked at all--the conversation was likely going to go a way she didn't want. She was just trying to be friendly.