Maryanne puttered around in the kitchen, getting ready for the dinner rush. Like she often did whens he'd been running the diner. When vittles had been hers. But now she was content in puttering around in the pub's kitchen. Besides there were only a few people who actually asked for food. Anyone who'd spread the word about her hamburgers.
She was in the middle of mixing up the red meat she used for them, when she heard humming. She knew Daryl was in the pub. She knew that scent anywhere. But she'd never known him to sing. And of all things a CATs song. Tugging the gloves from her hands, and pulling the stained apron off, by the time he reached the end of the first verse she was leaning in the doorway. Arms crossed over her chest.
Now she was pretty tempted to join him. Hell she'd sung the song in High School in competition. One that they'd won. But Maryanne knew better than that. She knew she wouldn't end up singing the same song. That one time with Cato, on the train, had taught her better. And she didn't want to ruin his.
Once finished she couldn't resist applauding, maybe even throwing in a slightly cheesy whistle. A broad grin on her face. Though she wasn't teasing him. One of the main things that drew her, like a moth to a flame, was his voice.