"Start with what?" she mumbled, kicking her feet more frequently now. She turned to look up at him, chin still resting on her arms. She probably looked a bit silly, but she didn't care.
Tara smiled widely up at John as she tossed the book away, focusing her attention on him again. She was bored of it, anyway. "What do you do for a living, John? Throw fun pool parties all the time?"
Tara Smith, having a real, grown-up conversation with someone. Shock and awe.