"My kinda girl," joked Tate, and at least he stopped looking around for things to sell off. "Good music and not afraid to piss her dad off, by being a hooligan. Anywhere's good with me, too. You seem somewhere you want to stop? Go for it."
He was smiling wildly now, a gleam in his dark eyes, because she was really turning out to be a pleasant surprise in the midst of the world's usual bullshittery.