"No family," she said simply; it was an old hurt and not one she wore easily seen. "No, maybe you just have one of those faces."
That wasn't it, she knew it wasn't, but Lexi couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. The answer was there, she was sure, but just out of reach, like she couldn't quite turn enough to catch it with more than the corner of her eye.
"And it's nice to meet you, Ken." Another smile and Lexi nodded at the case, stuffed full of rolls and bread and pretzels, of cakes and strudel and cupcakes and cheesecake and anything else Lexi could think of to make. "Can I interest you in something else?"