Jaime sighed. "There you go, getting my hopes up," she teased him. She hadn't really thought he'd been serious, but the point still stood. She could find people if there was a club.
She regarded him for a moment, narrowing her eyes briefly. "Average looks," she said. "You'll be hotter when you're older," she assured him with a little grin. Well, maybe that wasn't true. Lots of younger guys looked just fine, but sometimes the older ones weren't so bad looking.
Her chin dipped in a nod when he said he should go. She probably should, too, if she was going to find someplace to crash tonight. "Well," she said as she fished in her pockets. "It was nice to meet you, Sirius with an I like the star," she said as she scribbled down her number on a napkin. "If you're ever up in Westchester, call and I'll show you around," she said as she slid the napkin toward him. "You can even see my mansion."