She looks down at their joined hands. She trusts Cal. She doesn't think anything she says will chase him off, but it makes her a little sick to admit anyway.

"No, it's just- I live in a crappy neighborhood in a rundown complex, and it's embarrassing. Oh, and I work at Hot Dog on a Stick, and you can never come to the mall when I'm in my fucking awful uniform. I'm, like, the typical girl from the other side of the tracks. Literally. You cross tracks to get to where I live."