Her Saving Grace
"Mind if I sit down?"
"No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?"
"Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process.
He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here."
"Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.