Re: Jeremiah & Janis
He shrugged, with perhaps a bit of unease under it betraying the fact that he wasn't used to this much wealth. "I lived in Seattle for a long time, and worked as a barista for a while," which perhaps went against the mob thing but while he was fine with playing along with rumors, he didn't particularly care about undoing them either, or maybe just twisting them up even more. "I am as much a coffee snob as all the stereotypical Seattleite expectations would suggest."
He turned around to check the coffee, which seemed to be almost done and he reached for mugs, plain white ones from the cabinet. "You know they want to keep you alive, and if you go out for better coffee all the time, you never know who you'll run into," he quipped easily, reaching for the rest of the supplies to make up an Irish coffee, something he typically had not done as a barista.
"My last apartment would have fit in this kitchen," he told her. Perhaps half wondering if she would have believed him. "It was older, although I have impeccable decorating taste, so we just made the old work for us."