" A smile teased at his lips, but he fought it. “Can you come over here and sit down please? I’d like to ask you a few questions.” He made his way to the table and sat.
Her eyes were mighty wary, but she clomped right over to him in her boots. She pulled the chair a nice, safe distance away from him, then flipped the chair around and straddled it, deliberately behaving in the least ladylike way she could manage.
“All right. Let’s talk. "

― Mary Connealy , Spitfire Sweetheart (Four Weddings and a Kiss)