Poor poor Jessie, TRUST SOME SORT OF SURVIVAL INSTINCTS, GIRL!
"Delicious," she told him, her hand brushing his as she drew away. "I'll get you a coffee."
When she returned from the back it was with a freshly made steaming mug and a pile of old magazines 'to help pass the time'. Then she smiled and was back to work, serving customers. Being the only one on and with the shop closing soon, she didn't have much time to return to Hati to socialise.
But finally it was time to lock up and Jessie said, "I just need to sort out the registar and then we can get out of here. I hope it hasn't been too boring."