Silver Moraine I didn't want to grow up, not really

A snaggle-tooth sort of grin was briefly pressed onto her features before it faded away like it had never been there. I would never. The words were almost wispy enough to barely escaped the confines of her throat. There was no malice in her tone. She was merely playing along with whatever this stranger had the desire to present to her.

Maybe I like being not specific. Mysterious and stuff. There was a touch of teasing that crept into her words as she watched the stranger for a reaction.