"Yeah, of course," she agreed, and glanced at the couple as she poured him a cup of coffee expertly. She had just the right angle on it to avoid spilling and she left enough room in the cup for cream without it seeming like she'd shorted him. It was muscle memory now, just like cleaning and stripping and automatic weapon was muscle memory.

She preferred coffee.

"Want milk or half and half? Real stuff, not the stuff in little plastic pots."

As for the couple, she chuckled. She didn't think she'd ever sat in the corner of a diner with someone she liked.

"Simpler time, yeah?"