QUOTE : Who is this?” the stranger demanded, staring at me like an insect under a microscope.<br /><br />Tanner rose from behind the desk, but before he could introduce me, Tink stepped forward, coming to stand next to me. “She’s Buffy with the bad hair.”<br /><br />Slowly, I turned and looked up at him. “Buffy with the bad hair?”<br /><br />He nodded eagerly, glancing at the stranger. “Yeah, like it’s a combination of Buffy and Beyonce, the two greatest females of all time. You’re like Buffy. Bad ass. But you’re not Becky with the good hair. You have bad hair. We all know that.”<br /><br />I stared at him. “My hair isn’t that bad.”<br /><br />“Oh, it’s bad.” Tink’s eyes glimmered. “You definitely aren’t a Becky.”<br /><br />“I think it’s a compliment to not be a Becky,” Ren chimed in, and when I looked over at him, amusement danced in his eyes. “But I’m pretty sure that being a Becky isn’t just about hair.”<br /><br />I hated all of them. Seriously.