Juliet watches him from where she's lying, eyes moving over him. He crashed on an island and within 72 hours, she knew his full name, date of birth, social security number, and every horrific detail of his life. But details aren't knowing someone.

Reaching up, her hand slides up his back slowly, hesitating when she feels tense muscles. She decides to turn it around, letting him make his best guess about her.

"Well, what about me? How do you think I was in high school?"