You could've knocked her over with a feather when he said that he was in the Army, of all things. She looked up at him, turning away from the buffet line to really look at him. "Really? That would've been my last guess," she confessed. Lottie saw him differently, though the niche he fell into exactly was still unclear.
When they were sitting, she couldn't help but smirk as she popped a forkful of lettuce into her mouth. "A motorcycle, huh? Now see, that fits." Part of her mind found that desperately attractive--the side that was ruled by extreme amounts of estrogen--and then there was the sensible side that thought motorcycles were cool, but not an absolute turn on.
"Trying to relive those bad boy days, hm?" she prodded teasingly.