"Not as good as you," Paige returned, with a shake of her head. She was just an all-American girl through and through. Jean had something else about her. And the red hair made her just a touch exotic. It was something Paige could never aspire to. But she took the jeans, grabbing a few shirts as she moved along the rack.
"I'm doing well enough." That she couldn't stop smiling was very well evident. As was what caused that smile, if her next statement was anything to go by. "Actually, someone from Massachusetts showed up. Jono."