Elena sighs happily and reads, and she sniffs the air. “What smells really good?” [b]‘Your little boyfriend.’[/b] She snorts. ‘Yeah right. He is [i]not[/i] my boyfriend.’ [b]‘Hey it wasn’t me that thought he was hot while we were fighting.’[/b] ‘...I don’t know what your talking about.’ [b]‘Sure you don’t.’[/b]