Jack be nimble...dogding her words like a champion boxer.
Well he may have been king of convenient ignorance but she was the supreme ruler of strutting the pavement in pretty shoes. Now...riding the bus was something entirely different and something she'd have to try out. The last time she had ridden on a bus had been to school when she was 13.
She hiccuped spice. Southern Comfort was definitely nothing like wine or just pure bourbon. The splendor of the dusk sunk in somewhat, she certainly paused and gazed up at the sky, the puffed clouds that floated by were like thick spoonfuls of marshmallow fluff but mostly... she was thinking that her cheeks felt hot.
"How do you sign your name?" she asked him after tapping in on the shoulder.