Rayne smirked, exhaling smoke. "Not like this, huh? What's that mean, mama?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow to throw at her. "Stop calling me that." "You don't want me to?" she asked, leaning forward, grin sharp. I froze, lips parting. "...I didn't say that." Her laugh filled the room, low and warm.

If you just focus on the smallest details you'll never get the picture right.