Quinn looked over to the house next to hers as she heard someone yell. She dropped her book in the process. "Hello!" She called back. She went to get off her porch swing and tripped, falling on her chest. She quickly got up and brushed herself off, walking over to the boy who was on his porch, with her book hanging to her side. Quinn ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm Quintilla, but most call me Quinn." She smiled at the boy, taking note of his features. He'd make a good model to paint, but she wouldn't mention that,. He'd probably think she was weird.