WHO: Xander OT Janie
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Chloe's Sugar Shack
Xander took Chloe up on her offer of a free drink the next day. It looked like a frozen mocha confection topped with whipped cream and brown sugar and drizzled with caramel. He eyed it critically before he picked it up.
"Excuse me, miss," he asked the petite brunette behind the counter, "but does this automatically come with a side of insulin, or is that optional?"
The girl laughed and shook her head. "Sorry, we ran out halfway through the breakfast rush. Don't worry, we have the ambulance on speed dial if you fall into a sugar coma."
"Reassuring," Xander said with a nod. "And somehow terrifying. You look familiar ... "
"I just have one of those faces," Nica said.
Xander shrugged and snagged his glass, and settled at a table near the window. He leaned on his elbows, realized that it made him look like a complete slacker. Leaned back in his seat, draped one arm on the window ledge, smiled cheesily.
"She's not going to care," Nica said.
"Wha -- um, who?" Xander asked.
"Whoever it is you're waiting for," Nica said.
"How do you know I'm waiting for someone?"
"Call it a hunch. She agreed to meet you ... she doesn't care how you pose. Just relax, you'll be fine."
Xander ducked his head and nodded. "Thanks. I'll try that."