June brightens immediately when the handsome man seats himself next to her on the bench, smoothing down her wrinkled shorts and conjuring her frown into something almost resembling a smile; she still aches from the sunburn and bug bites, after all, and even a gorgeous man couldn't make those disappear with his lovely blue eyes.

"Well, yes, I suppose," she grins, folding her arms over her lap as she studies him. "It certainly doesn't seem so now, though."

A lame line, perhaps. But he was pretty enough she could excuse herself as being too distracted to come up with anything more clever.