"Aren't you sweet." She laughs, shaking her head, "But I do try. I just think I can do much better. It's not putting myself down...Just feeling like if I had the right thing to write about, I could do so much more." She had finished her ice cream at this point, wistfully swirling her spoon in the melted bits. Maybe she was saying too much. What did it matter to this older guy?