Don's stomach re-clenched as the woman spoke to him. True, she didn't look like Lily, and she looked a few years older - closer to his own age, really - but still. Two fiery English redheads in the space of a few weeks, both met at a diner? Truly things WERE getting strange in this town.
Don cleared his throat, and stood. "Not at all," he said, rather flatly. The truth was he was happy to offer her assistance, as he liked feeling needed, but the weather combined with the general strange feeling this woman gave him set a lump in his throat.
He approached her and, without a word, sat at her table and began counting her money. He had finished in a matter of seconds, and began holding out coins to demonstrate. "This is a penny," he said, sliding a copper coin across the table to her, "One one hundredth of a dollar. A dime, one tenth. A quarter, obviously,"
He glanced at the waitress, and asked a little louder than was necessary, "Another cup of coffee, please,". He leaned back and regarded Ginny, his eyes cold with a sort of morbid curiosity.