Re: Jeremiah & Janis
Janis nodded at the fridge. Maybe it was too expensive to be magnetic, who knew these days. "That's what all my customers do. I expect it to be there if I'm here next."
When he looked back she met his eyes with hers, green, easy, with surface curiosity and the gravitas of a polite stranger. Pretty, harmless. A local that appreciated good coffee. The green gaze flicked to his fingers and followed the ticking of each item. Her eyebrows ticked too, flexing upward a little farther on each interesting little tidbit.
She smiled, showing even white teeth under lips gone slightly more pale now that there were imprints of pink lipstick on her white mug. "He wanted me to be an athlete. Big on the army, big patriot." She drank, a little deeply. "I can't even imagine what he'd have done if I decided to be a dancer." She laughed.