"Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty?" Stephanie couldn't help replying with a faint smile. It'd been one of the songs that she'd been given on a huge mix that Kayla had compiled for her when she was sick.

"I'm not a wilting flower." Stephanie replied. Once upon a time, maybe she would've been, but that felt like a different person. She'd been through far too much real trouble in her life to be worried about meeting a person who was probably a wonderful person.