She almost put a coffee-smeared hand on her face, stopping at the last minute and opting to roll her eyes at him instead. "You're a jerk, you know that?" A kind of attractive, shameless jerk -- a fact that kind of only made him more attractive. She didn't like shy or bashful. She had no use for it. She said what she wanted. And if he kept that up...

"What if I don't want to learn how to fly? What if I just want to go buy a diver's belt and maybe invest in getting fat?"