The bartender, hair flaring blue in the morning light, was leaning against the front of the building, one sneakered foot propped behind her against the wall. She looked tiny and too-thin. Rev stopped to have a smoke, and Johnny hung back, lingering beside the girl.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.
She lifted her brows; her expression plainly said that’s cute. “You’re kinda stupid,” she said, little nose wrinkling. She grinned. “But kinda sweet."
~Keeping Bad Company