“Being cute isn’t going to make me overlook your sloppy sentence diagramming, darling.”
{ Her eyebrows are arching at him, and she has to physically bite back a lascivious comment somewhere along the lines of, ‘18, hm?’ }
“But still a teenager. Eighteen. —Where are you headed, anyway?”

“You’re a jerk.”
[ Jude waves his half-full coffee cup at her, smirking a little. ]
“Home. You just missed me.”
