She laughed in surprise, looking over at him, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Me? No, Abel, not everyone is like you."
Her laughter deepened and she leaned up against him comfortably, her dark hair brushing his skin. "Relevant conversation? Abes, that's even worse."
She tipped her head back to look up at him. "Because I can't hold a fancy conversation to save my life."
"Ah, you're a genius," she said easily, looking back down out the window. "I'll be the busiest person at the party."