"I shouldn't have to," Ciaran replied. "They're stupid rumours; only idiots believe that kind of stuff."

Why was it on his shoulders to change things? He hadn't started the rumours. And it wasn't his fault if his behaviour didn't dissuade people from thinking those things, wasn it? What did she expect him to do, start picking flowers and petting bunnies?

"Okay. I can email you or...something." As a Jesus freak, wasn't she meant to be shier, more of a wallflower? She dressed the part, but she seemed sort of...pushy, in a way. Ciaran didn't know what to make of that.

"Yeah, I'll get back to my...not fruit," he replied. "It needs finishing so that I can show Eastman."