Justine took the seat next to Billy, her legs crossing elegantly at her ankles and her hands resting neatly in her lap. She watched him with keen interest before turning her gaze towards the manager. She offered the man a small smile before he turned away to prepare their treats.

"Shouldn't I be treating you?" Justine didn't remember ever paying for anything. It was an odd thing not to remember and yet it felt right for her to offer for me.