Far enough back that the happy screams from the children were slightly muffled and the pop music echoed terribly, Sheila approved of the table. She slipped into the booth pulling the cup of coins off to begin making two even piles. Metal coins stacked high and she smiled, half to herself.
"I want to hear about your lady," she said simply. "Even if she's not exactly your lady yet or was before." She didn't want to make assumptions after all.