Re: Eddie & Juliet at the Diner
Eddie watched her fingertips at his wrist and admired them. He admired her, even if he had never said so and that was how it went for most of the women in his life. They were all rough, tumble, shoot first ask never. They were sirens, singing their own rough sea shanty at the despair of many a man and he found it easy to love that kind of personality. He admired the ability to stand up to men, something he could never do. Something he always found a way to squirm out of, due to residual daddy issues. The women he surrounded himself with were strong, stronger than he in most cases.
His own fingers pressed gently against her arm in affection and he mouthed a very soft, barely there: "Thank you, Juliet." The moment was brief, significant.
Another sip of coffee and it was time to think instead of feel. Old home. Interesting. He had known she wasn't native to New York or Jersey, but he had a hard time imagining her from a place like this. "Local, eh?" He wondered if that meant the facility and then he studied her face. "Let me snoop around, would you?" A formal request, even if he'd likely do it anyway. They both knew that.