"Yeah?" The concept of school and schooling's so foreign to her these days; it seems like a hundred years ago she was in college feigning becoming a member of the literati. What a fucking useful contribution that would have made to society: some self-indulgent college angst first novel. Good thing she became an EMT instead.

"How about you? What are you working on over there with that computer? Anything good, or are you taking notes on all the good-looking chicks who can't get enough of you?" That makes her crack a smile that feels like it's a mile wide. "And all the good-looking guys? You're even cuter than I remembered, you heartbreaker. And that's saying something, because I remember all the guys I met last time I was here."