"Hamartia, huh? I'd feel stupid to ask what that means, so I'll just pretend that I do know." Grinning at Charlie in the dark, Nathan laughed.
"Anyways, I feel like we don't know each other a whole lot, how 'bout some ice breakers? I mean, I already know that you probably play the guitar and not the bassoon, though there is no proof of that yet, and I know that we both have a weakness for candy."
"Well, you don't strike me as stupid. Hamartia just means fatal flaw. " Charlie began, crossing her legs on her seat as she continued to face Nathan. "Found in things like Aristotle, Shakespeare, derived from Greek words. . ." She explained, stopping when she realized that she must sound like a huge nerd. Great, Charlie, just great.
"But, yeah, I don't play bassoon. . . sadly. How about you? Any odd habits or manias I should know about you?" Charlie asked, leaning forward and resting her chin on the palm of her hand.