"That's why most pretty girls go to Hollywood."
Julia blushed. Her eyes, brown and friendly, searched his face. "I'm the domestic sort," she said. "My name's Julia. What's yours?"
"My name's William."
"That's a nice name."
"Julia's a nice name, too."
"I majored in literature in high school," Julia said. "I like to read. I worked in a book store back home."
William shifted uncomfortably. "I don't read much."
Julia frowned. "I read a lot."
"Reading's all right."
"I like to curl up with a good book."