Re: Jeremiah & Janis
A flicker of amusement went through her blue eyes, left to right. "Barista." If he didn't come from wealth, and he had all this wealth, it wasn't good for the soul quota outlook. Money was one of the big lures for the demon's deal. The number of people who wanted to win the lotto was absolutely unreal. They thought it solved all their problems. Coffee Shop looked like he already knew they didn't. Damn. "I love coffee too, but I'm not a gourmet or anything. I just like it fresh." She inhaled again, slow, and shifted her shoulders on her elbows.
The mugs had zero character but she took one. "There's a bookstore slash coffee shop in town. One of the few things we do have. Do you go there, since you're a writer, to write on a typewriter in the corner?" This cliche amused her. She was no writer, and no reader. She flipped to the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
"Uncle Sam really set you up, then," she said. She wondered who or what 'Uncle Sam' really was for this guy. Not the government. Interested, she turned her head. "'Us'?"