She tries not to over-analyze him-- it's not like she's anyone to judge. She rarely dates, and with good reason. She's shitty at it, shitty at anything that's supposed to paint her in a good light. Some part of her wishes she could just skip this and hump in his room, but it's so rare she gets to go on a real date. It's flattering, even if he doesn't know.

She sips her drink. "Nope. Texas." Kentucky, Oklahoma and Louisiana are some of the rare places she feels like she can tell people she's from Texas without catching shit. "But I been all over. Am I gonna get chased outta town for not drinking bourbon?"