Re: Digger & Izzy
Once Digger seated himself in the booth, it only took Izzy a moment or two to notice him. She sent him a little wink in greeting, her bell jingling as she danced. Even as she moved through her routine with as close to perfection as she could manage, she kept an eye on him. It was clear by the speed at which he ate that he'd missed a meal. If she weren't working, she'd have shaken her head, or rolled her eyes. As it was, she was still on the clock for a while longer, and there were tips to be made.
Once her shift finally ended, though, Izzy went straight to Digger's booth, sliding in beside him like she'd been invited. "Profitable day, I see," she said, producing the packet containing his usual concoction, along with a dose of steraliz, which she was more than happy to make free. She didn't want kids, but she also didn't want to take the stuff.
"I'm assuming you want this now." As she unwrapped the packet for him, she crossed one leg over the other, letting that foot brush against Digger's leg. She looked up at the man with a little smile. "You want to do it, or do you want me to?" she asked.