"Happy as a clam," when he smiled it showed, as it lifted all the way to his dark eyes and set into his skin faint lines of his joy. He was always smiling, to seemed, always eager about something. He watched her a moment before turning away to set the freshly cleaned glasses in their spots.
Wouldn't Apollo love to know his sister was not so far away after all? Psyche wondered how easy it would be to awaken the huntress within this girl but she did not make the move to do so yet. Waiting was smart, observing even more so.
"So why'd you move here? Jersey not cutting it for you?"