She hoped he didn't feel too bad about being wrong. That wasn't her intention even if she maybe was gloating a little bit as she watched him. Then maybe she thought it was awkward to having someone stare at you while you were eating so she wiped the counters, started cleaning up the Jax coating that hadn't become stuck to his cone.
"Private Security?" It was a question because she wasn't sure what that entailed. "Like a museum? Or a..., " How could she phrase this without seems too upfront. She just went for it, "Do you have a gun? Is it that kind of security." and tilted her head when he spoke about his time in the military.
"A veteran? Welcome home and thank you." She was always grateful to the men and women who risked their lives. No matter what reasons they joined they sacrificed so much, had to go through too much.
The bell rang but it was just someone leaving. No one coming in. It was the slow part of the day between afternoon snack and dinner. People usually started coming in again after 6.
"Are you from Repose?" She asked the question but completely knew he was not, "If so, what part of town are you from? I totally hear that accent in your voice."