Sam Anders and Elisabeth Braddock
Elisabeth gave him a squinty eyed looked, though she was wearing a small grin. "Yeah, bitchin'," she laughed, nodding about his feeling of accomplishment over the making a decent dollar.
She knew he was working and therefore never pressed him, always stopping her conversation with him, even if mid-sentence, in order to allow for Sam to do his job. She simply sat there and looked good, patiently waiting.
"Have you told anyone else?" Lis canted her head, twirling the glass around and making a dull sliding noise.