He leaned back against the hood of his car, his well toned shoulders stuck forward, green eyes watching her take her hair down. "Well, the old men gather around the square and talk, the old women gather in the kitchens, living rooms, and anywhere else they can play cards, and people like us show up to Ada's for good food and live entertainment at eight tonight."<br/><br/>He watches her carefully, waiting for her answer. He thinks that's the most he's said to someone he wasn't going to kill in a long time.