She had a laugh that echoed his own, although it seemed to waver and fade as her attention was drawn upward to the flickering lights. A sort of buzz seemed to race over her skin, lifting the hair follicles and chasing a chill up her spine, all the while her mind sinking into a repeated mantra of you have been here before. Not in Pete's, not in California, but with him. With Vince, and his laugh and his blue eyes. So focussed was her glossy-eyed stare at the ceiling that she almost missed that frosting comment, although after it settled in she did send her attention back his way. First with a slow blink, eyes settling on him, before her up-tilted chin fell in a decrescendo. Oh, she wasn't haughty enough to let herself think he might have been alluding to little ol' her, but ... no. Nuh-uh. She waved the thought away with the cut of her hand through the air, allowing herself to slump back against the high back of their booth. Bad Evan.
His question earned a purse of lips that forced itself into a smile, although she abandoned the idea of dishonesty almost immediately. She was a sorry liar. "It's unique, I'll tell you that. I think I'll try your Americano next time." Alluding to more coffee? Not meaning to. Hopefully he didn't notice, and she certainly seemed to forget as another wave of laughs came over her, watching him sip his coffee like it was magical Gummi juice. "You look like Pop-Eye eatin' spinach," she crowed, a triumphant sound that seemed to aid his, To Olympus! to hit the rafters and shake the foundation. Or maybe she imagined that. Not half a second had passed before she was lifting her failed coffee blend without a thought, hearing herself add, "And to Zeus!" But didn't that taste like electricity and stolen kisses on her tongue. She almost stuttered, consciously taking a long sip to shake the feeling. Was she crazy? She was. She was crazy.