"I'm tired of killing time."

"I'm not, Ruthie."

....

"It's been two weeks since you were new here. We've done the same things every day since then. Spoken to each other about things considered irrelevant. Drank some orange juice. Sat in the grass. Let's do something different. For example, you could tell me your name."

"I'm not ready for that type of commitment."

"I'll start calling you Lucas."

"That's not my name."

She clapped twice.

...

"Say it again."

"... That's not my name."

She clapped twice again.

He looked at her through his sunglasses. "I don't get what you're trying to pull off."

"That song by the Ting Tings!"

"Who?"

"Nevermind."