"You look like you could use a hug," said a voice from behind me. I turned around to face a smiling short boy wearing an open, white button-down shirt. A yellow T-shirt that said I AM A CLICHÉ was beneath it.
"That’s very generous of you," I said, plastering a smile on my face. "But I think I’ll manage." It was important to act not crazy.
"Oh, I wasn’t offering. Just making an observation." The boy pushed his wild dreadlocks out of hist eyes and held out his hand. "I’m Jamie Roth."
(A very sassy introduction of character, on The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer.)