You know that expression that embodies a perfectly sweet smile and that "Oh, holy hell..." look in the eyes? Naea was sporting that right about then, and it took quite a bit to convince herself that groaning outwardly would be very rude. It was, indeed, the guy from the diner. "Oh, hi," finally came out of her, pleasantries and all that. "Doing all right. Yourself?" It was the same spiel she went through with her customers, old and new. Christy at work would be foaming at the mouth if she knew Zio had taken up residence in Naea's apartment building-- mostly because she was hell bent on getting a date with this guy.