"Fuck grapefruit! Have you ever tasted a grapefruit? That shit is like ass," Tatum replied, scrunching up her nose and making a face. She looked down at Frankie seriously, reaching over to run a hand through her hair. "You're pretty," she murmured, her mind flitting from one thought to another in two seconds flat. It was hard to focus, but it felt nice, and she was glad to be there.

"Do you wanna open the windows?"