"Winters, my name is Lydia Winters," she said blushing and sticking her hand out for him to shake. Well now she felt like a bumbling idiot for not introducing herself. Her mother would have been ashamed at her horrible manners really. It was like she was a child again hearing her mother scolding her in her ear.
At his question about Westley she nodded, "Yes, this is Westley. I rescued him from a shelter a few months back." Looking down at the dog she smiled and ran a hand through the dog's fur. "I named him after a character in one of my favorite Muggle books, The Princess Bride? My father runs a bookshop in the country so growing up I was surrounded by books. I've read all of yours obviously," she said. And then she realized the word vomit was happening again she really couldn't stop it this time. Would you be able to stop talking when you met a very famous author? That's what she thought. "Very well done sir, if I might add. You're a very good storyteller."