Re: Jeremiah & Janis
Janis examined the espresso machine, running a finger over the raised stainless steel. She raised her eyebrows at him when he turned. "Your coffee machine could buy ten of mine." She smiled to take the sting out of the comment, and raised her hand. She'd brought a bottle of whiskey off his cart to the kitchen, and she settled it on the counter between them to wait for the coffee.
Janis inhaled the pleasant scent of brewing coffee, allowing it to settle her nerves. Coffee was always consistent, and real stuff with real beans was a luxury she never tired of. "It's good that they take care of their people in witness protection," Janis said, caustically, leaning forward on her elbows to stare upward as he did.
"I live at the Bus Station." She shot him a sideways look, her smile daring. "It's got a room back there behind the office. Very... retro." Fifties furniture in teal, rolling clothes racks with uniforms, suits and cocktail dresses. "Cozy." A painted quirk of her mouth. "That translates to old and small."