"I wonder how it compliments you," he replied as Shirley came back with her tea and a small plate that held a slice of that famous cherry pie, a fork on the plate. She eyed Matt's coffee but walked away when she noticed it wasn't touched.
"What colors are your eyes?" he asked, leaning back now with an arm stretching over the back of the booth that sat in. "And your hair? What do you look like because you sound gorgeous."