“Nothing, really, I got to go.” she said, picking her bag up.

“Oh come on, I’m not that hungry. You know I ordered that for you. Besides, when you see how good the food they make here looks, you’ll have to eat it. Please, stay.”

“Why are you so desperate to have me stay?” she asked.

“Well, this has been the best conversation I have had in a while.” It was true talking to the other henchmen wasn’t that great.

“Fine, just a little longer.” she said to him. “Much longer and you’ll be in more danger than you have ever imagined.” she thought, but didn’t say.

“So, back to my last question,” he said smiling, “what do you want to know about me?”

“What ever you want to tell me.”

He decided he would tell her where he grew up, see if he seen any recognition in her eyes, like he had before. “Be prepared to sit a while.” he was going to make sure she stayed to have lunch with him. “I grew up in this small town about twenty miles from here. Called Dousten, maybe you’ve heard of it?” he looked at her, to see what she thought. She was thinking.

“I think I have.”

“Well, I lived there with my mom and sister.” he said. And he went on about how boring he thought it was, and how he missed it more than anything. The entire time, he watcher her face and eyes, to see if she was hiding something. Her eyes never once betrayed her. He had learned how to tell what was going through someone’s mind by doing what he did for a living, not much of a living, but he had learned some things. All he saw in “D’s” eyes was thoughtfulness, exactly what you get when you are talking to anyone. He also saw that they were a dark emerald shade with tiny flecks of golden brown near the pupil. He found he was getting lost in those eyes when she had to “wake him up” after he had gone silent.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a half smile. “You got really quiet there for a minute.”

The waitress arrived with the food and Taylor was grateful for the interruption and opportunity to compose himself. “What am I doing?” he asked himself. He suspected her of lying to his face, knowingly, and now he was getting a childish crush on her. He must be going crazy. He looked back at her, and said, “What were we talking about?”