"A model?" Dani leaned forward over her brew to get a good look at the picture, squinting warm cinnamon eyes in the process. The man in the image was a tall glass'a cold beer, that's for sure. Wasn't particularly Dani's taste, but that was so far from the issue it didn't even register in her mind. Her gaze flicked back up to Emmy, she sank back into the pleather booth-seat.
"Not too shabby, that's for sure," Dani started, arching her eyebrows because - let's face it - the surprise was still very fresh, even in the face of her exhaustion that day. "So how long has it been going on? I mean, I get that if you're not happy, you should change something or move on.... trust me, I get that. You're not gettin' judged by me." A little of Dani's Midwestern accent was coming through with her tiredness.