Wasn't he just delightful. Watching out for her and whatnot. Maybe she should work on Friday (which she was going to--schedule and all that) and maybe she would let Christy "Pleasepleasepleaseletmetakeyourtableomghe'ssogoddamnedhotpleaseNaea!" take that table. And maybe it might annoy her the next time he came in and Christy wanted to shove her tits in his face.
Naea blinked after him. "Yeah," she replied as she watched him walk away, her voice something akin to a library voice. "Maybe."
Shaking herself out of whatever her mind decided was more important to think about, she finally begins her journey out the door and down to the farmer's market before hitting up the regular grocery for milk.