Church: Janus/Mason
Janis walked in like she owned the place, not bothering to knock, blonde and almost angrily angelic with a jacket so white it glared and fitted jeans gone white at the seams. She gave her host an oblique look, down and up, and then circled the table to retrieve the cup. Expertly flipping over the cup, she used one heel to scrape out the chair at the table while she was there, but she didn't sit.
"One of these days I will stop being surprised at your choice of travel plans," she said, finally, reading the smile correctly and withholding one in return like an ace up one sleeve. The delicate cup swinging from a handle looped over her finger, she crossed to the fridge, pulled out the carton, and brought it back with her to the table.
The brew was black and smelled divine, but she wasn't paying much attention to it. Coffee poured, milk added, she pulled the sugar bowl close and took her time doctoring the drink. Afterward she kicked up new boots the color of a fawn's pelt and leaned back hard in her chair. "Who did you leave to watch the store?"