"I was teasing but I am not going to lie it would be amusing to see you squealing like a girl when my 70 year old grandmother grabs your ass." She finished off the remainder of her coffee, tossing the cup in the trash as she followed him to the door.
She slipped past him outside into the morning sunshine, pulling her coat around herself. "I used to love to swim back home as a teenager. I haven't been since moving to New York when I was 18." She smiled as he talked, something about the way he described it niggled in the back of her head. "So you swam on the school team? I did it for fun but I always wondered if I could have done it on a team." She had been quiet and shy in school, competitive sports were beyond her social ability. Performing in front of others was too embarrassing. "I might have to get a referral to a good pool here so I can swim."