Charlette looked back into his eyes, almost getting lost, again. She nodded, and sighed softly.<br/><br/>"Yeah. I will be." She took a swig of her drink.<br/><br/>"Let's see what's on that jukebox." She dug around in her purse for a few seconds before producing a small little leather zippered change pouch, walking across the room dropping a few quarters in, flipping through and making her picks of the eight songs she had put in money for. There was some Zeppelin mixed in with old blues. The down and dirty kind.<br/><br/>She sat herself back at the table just as their pie was being brought out. "That looks delicious." She didn't hesitate to dig in, pulling off a slice and setting it on her plate. She held it up and sunk her teeth in.<br/><br/>"Oh, man... and it tastes just as delicious."