That gave him pause. “Oh yeah? Huh.” He smiled as he took off his coat, feeling pretty damn good about himself. She must have Facebook stalked him. Come to think of it, why hadn’t he done that? He could have avoided the whole ‘new-kid-in-the-school-cafeteria’ feeling at the front door. He was glad his wore cologne.

That was part choice and part occupational necessity. Some of the dives he’d gone into lately reeked. One had slime. No amount of baking soda or detergent got dead-rot out of coveralls.

But she was alive and that was good company, so he brushed off thoughts of work and sat down.

“I like your hair,” he said and ordered himself a Sam Adams. “Ah shit. I shouldn’t have brought up hair. That’s the last thing you want to talk about. Um…” He steepled his fingers under his chin. “How’s Cedric? Still puking in your shoes?”