As much as it's an ego boost to be called sexy, the one person you're very comfortable not being called sexy by is probably Raz. Not that she isn't a tall glass of water in a well-wrapped package, but she's also your dead wife's former best friend so you might as well be related.
Still, you give a little pout which immediately becomes a grimace as you take nice deep sip. "Y'know me. Hospitable." You don't really want to know what sort of rumors are circulating, and for a second you consider trying to change the subject, but if anyone deserves the truth it's Raz. Dead wife's best friend and all. "'S name's Sam. He's got a map shop. I've been helpin' him gettin' settled, but we ain't anythin'. He's a good kid's all." Not like that.
Turning warm brown eyes back to her, you raise your brow again. "How 'bout you? Got anyone keepin' ya company these days?" She's always been something of a loner, never with any difficulty warming her bed, but never with a lasting attachment. You and El used to take bets on whether or not she'd settle down. So far, El's still winning.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
