"Got a pencil?" She had no shame, at least not when it came to something she was interested in and this farm boy counted in that in spades.

but then he followed it up just as she was sipping coke and she had to bury her face in the crook of her elbow to keep from coughing, laughing, and choking all at once. A moment later and cheeks still red, eyes possibly waters from the bite of carbonated citric acid up her nose, she looked at him incredulously.

"You think my stunt got tongues wagging, if one of you took one of me to a dance those uptight hens might just explode."