"Yeah, it's alright." Elizabeth missed Texas. She missed the atmosphere and the people, the charm that seemed so very present in the south. She'd grown up in the north - in Chicago, to be exact, and though it would always be home, she'd grown to love the south with a passion. Maybe it was because it reminded her of Beau. It was, after all, where he originated. Not Texas, of course, but some backwater area in Louisiana.
"At least the summer won't be so miserable," she said, folding her arms across her chest and turning her blue gaze onto the group of teenagers. They seemed so young, so carefree. She could remember what that was like.
"Try not to embarrass me and scream like a woman, alright?"