"You too," Reagan said. She hadn't made up her mind about Jaime yet, but Reagan supposed she could hold off any conclusions until after her massage. It was never very fair to judge newcomers she had just met. Jaime seemed all right though, and Reagan felt as though she were a pretty good judge of character.
Deciding that the books in her arm were probably enough to get her through a few weeks, Reagan offered Jaime one last smile before she turned away to head down the stacks toward the front register. Even if Jaime turned out to be a bore, or not the kind of person Reagan would spend her time with, hopefully she'd still get a decent massage out of it. There was always a silver lining.