Alicia felt an almost imperfect rage at him just then for looking so smug and self centered. Maybe it was her crap day. Or maybe it was because she couldn't really be mad at her mum. Much.
As it was, she decided if he could play Mr. Nice Guy, so could she.
So she pulled out her chair and sat down, slinging her purse underneath the table and then smiling across at him a bit coolly.
"It would appear so. I had no idea our mothers were friends though. Guess they've been sneaking around behind our backs."