Abigail paused with a curious expression. "Your last name is Leech?" she asked. "Wow, it's a good thing you aren't a vampire. You would never live that down...mostly from me. Seriously, golden opportunity there." At his stern look, she straightened her back and held her hand to her forehead sideways in a salute. "Yes, sir!" Then added in a stage whisper, "Should I call you Captain, for Captain America? Although, you seem more like Spider-Man to me."
She fumbled with the case for No Water For Elephants. It would have been easier if she'd taken off her gloves, but she didn't want to risk melting the plastic, especially not in front of him. "Moulin Rouge," she announced. "I actually like that one, too, even if it has a sad ending. I'm guessing you don't, since chick flick and musical and blah. Oh, hey, great idea here. Next weekend, do you wanna meet up here and switch out a bunch of chick flicks with action movies? It wouldn't get back at whoever did this switch, but it could be funny. Plus, you know...we'd get to hang out again. If you want. Which I totally understand if you don't." Handling the DVDs in her hands suddenly became fascinating, and the air started to heat up.