She turned and smiled genuinely. Not her you’re a paying customer and I’m in a bad mood, but I’ll pretend I’m not smile, but the real deal. “Hey, Jeff. Back for lunch today?” He grinned and put his worn Marshall High ball cap on the bar in front of him. “Couldn’t help it. You convinced me to come back. Service can’t be beat. Plus, you’re one of the only people in this town who remembers to call me Jeff.” “Benefits of being a newbie. I don’t have to forget embarrassing childhood nicknames. Drink?” “Just a Coke. I’m out running errands for my mom today.” He made a face. “Aw, that’s cute,” Jo teased and passed him the drink. When he scowled, she patted his shoulder. “It’s nice. A man who is good to his mother makes the women look twice.” “Yeah?” He sipped his drink and looked over the top of her head, like he was considering the statement, weighing its truthfulness. He was a cutie. With his dark brown hair a little shaggy, thoughtful brown eyes to match and quick smile, he was going to slay the co-eds in law school.
