Ophelia smiled. She could tell the boy was weirded out by her use of the phone, but it didn't matter as long as he was still interested, so she shrugged it off. With deft fingers, she tapped out her three statements on the screen.

"One: I've swum in both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans."

That one was true, but it was sort of a stretch. She had indeed dipped her toes into both of those bodies of water– but it had been during her family's trip to the Panama Canal (perhaps her family's only successful vacation, Ophelia mused). So it was [i]technically[/i] correct. 

"Two: I am fluent in three languages."

That one was the lie; she was, in fact, abysmal at learning foreign languages. She'd nearly failed French in middle school, and she had leapt at the first chance she got in high school to substitute a supplementary math class for Spanish. And after the car accident, she'd stopped speaking altogether, save to the people she felt most comfortable around, so learning another language she could refuse to speak would be pointless.

"Three: I won't eat meat."

Another truth, but a tricky one. She wouldn't eat meat. She also wouldn't eat anything else. 

Ophelia looked up from her phone. After typing it all out, she realized that unless the boy pulled a 'Vizzini-from-The-Princess-Bride' and overthought the three statements, he was sure to call her out on the lie, since she hadn't said a word to him anyway. She mentally shrugged. The water looked nice enough.