Ginny frowned up at him when he paid for her lunch. "You know, I'm perfectly capable of paying my way, Jackson," she said, folding her arms across her chest, slight though it might be.
When he didn't seem to relent, though, she wilted, rolling his eyes and pushing her hair back over her shoulder with a long sweep. It was getting really, really long again. Might be time to cut it short. She'd have to see.
"Fine. Where do you work? I can just meet you there. Unless it's really far from the Plaka."