She shifted slightly in the grass, sitting up to free her hair and fan it out around her before lying down again. It was so uncomfortable to be trapped in one position by your hair, but it happened sometimes when it was long.
She sighed contentedly, running one hand through her hair. It was a nervous habit of hers whenever things got quiet, or when she was stressed. She searched her mind for a conversation topic. "So...have you always lived here in town?"