Alice smiled at his comment. "She is just...," Alice, remembering that she and Freddie were friends, Alice censored herself. "Not my type," she finished, her lips pursed as if the kind words tasted funny in her mouth. She laughed, falling back into the feeling of being comfortable with him, if only for a moment. She pushed a little hair out of her face and tried to sneak glances at him when he wasn't looking.
Even after all this time, Alice couldn't help but feel as she knew him. She knew his expressions, his movements, his words, everything. She had to keep reminding herself that they had both changed. They weren't the same people they had been. She was not his, and he certainly was not hers. At his comment her head snapped to attention. She was shocked, but she tried to keep it under wraps. "You remember," she said warmly, peeking past her hair at him.
Taking her cup from him, Alice steadied it in her hand, and took a sip. "What about you. I mean. You have all this." She gestured to the store. "It's wonderful!"