That gets a sigh out of her, a sign and a shake of the head. "No," she admits. "Not today at least. One is more than enough awkward retreats for one night."

She crosses her arms over her chest, closing her body language and looking tired as much as anything. She wasn't sure if this was a sign it was time to give up on being good or that she was going to have to toughen but because being good—if that was even really what it was—wasn't going to be easy.

"A girl can only take so much."