Re: [restaurant; ren & hannah]
"A contract to work for the military for 24 months," She said vaguely, and she knew she was being vague, and she knew she was being vague because she'd said too much. But she really liked Ren, and she wanted to just spill all her secrets on the space between the wine glasses a little. It was hard, not telling the truth always, and she was torn. She just didn't want things to change, and so vague became a little less vague, but not very less vague: "I actually work for this company called Tethys. They make weapons mostly, and they have a contract with the military for something they're building, and I'm just something that comes with the contract. I'm kind of like the floormats they give you for free if you buy a car at a dealership." Hannah had never purchased a car. "You would like Rory. He's really overprotective." She smiled at him warmly, and she reached out and squeezed his fingers over the table if he let her. "It's okay. I'll be okay. I promise. I'm just going to dance in a window and hopefully make nice tips." She didn't tell him there wasn't actually a paycheck associated with her job, and she was out of the money she'd taken from Marcus. She needed work.
She made the promise with full intentions of keeping it. Hannah wasn't afraid of bad people, not if they didn't come with programming degrees and wear white labcoats.
"I don't know old or new, highbrow or low, but I think you'll pick something great, and it'll be fun. I mean, it'll be fun to practice and meet people, and I think everyone else will feel the same way." She put down the wine glass that she'd lifted to her lips again, and she tucked her legs up beside herself on the booth's seat. "Can you tell me a little about home? About your theater and things before? I've been babbling and babbling, and I think it's only fair." She added that last, the edict, with a little bob of her head and determination in cornflower blue. "I think there's more to you than I see."