"I did start humming a little tune, started thinking about having an official theme for it," she said with a nod, her grin still wide. "But then it started to sound like James Bond, and I thought, well I have enough to worry about, copyright laws are not one I'd like to think on."
As John put out his hand, Tara looked at it and shook her head. She was a hug girl. She closed the distance and gave him a big, squeezing hug. She really was a bit of a nutter.
"We're family then, John Smith," she said as she pulled away. "Somewhere along the way, anyway. Though on that line of thought, we'd be related to a third of Britain's population. Big family."
Setting her hands on her hips, Tara looked around the hotel's lobby. "It's like a ghost town. They giving you a discount for being the only guest?" Smirk.