"Maybe it's also 'cause he's not old like us yet," she added with a grin, setting up three fajitas on the plate for Evan and then adding a dollop of each of the sauces onto the edge.
She shook her head, "Can't believe it, at least it's all over now, si? Dios, you did a good job of handling it."
Fixing up her own plate, she carefully got to her feet and braced herself on the counter, pressing her lips together before she picked up her drink and plate. "Table?"
She looked at Evan with a small smile, head tilted to the side slightly. "You should have your hair down more often."