Re: Diner: Michael/Janis
Janis gave her most theatrical sigh, tapped the bent-up silver spoon on the rim of her hometown-brown ceramic mug, and set it aside. "It is, isn't it. But a m- a lady can hope." Janis flicked a glance to her left, separating herself from the sentence and wondering if the sour feeling in her stomach would worsen or improve with the addition of greasy diner food. She was leaning heavily toward ambition on that score.
Janis had a flash of confusion behind her eyes when he said the word "vee-are," just long enough to betray that the most recent technology news wasn't necessarily on her reading table. But she got there pretty quick. "I don't need my reality to be virtual. I like it the way it is." She winked at him. Blatantly, a flash of gold lashes and a crinkle of brow.
Then she said, "So, Michael, what makes you tick? Wife? Hobbies? Greatest ambition?" Another flash of the hundred-watt smile.