" Hey.”  Erik was now eye level with Cara’s breasts and thoroughly enjoying the view.  Maybe he should try and strike up a conversation.  “Come here often?”
“Are you talking to my breasts again?”  Cara huffed in exasperation.
“Oh… do that again, the huffing thing.”
Cara grabbed a fistful of the hair on his clearly undamaged head and yanked so Erik was forced to sit up and make actual eye contact with her.  “I can’t tell if you’re brain damaged or if you’ve always been like this.  "

― Jane Cousins , To Date A Disaster (Southern Sanctuary, #6)