<span style="font-style: italic">Subtle,</span>Santi thought, smiling slightly as Shari got to her feet and headed off to the Ladies' room.<span style="font-style: italic">Already a good sign...</span>When someone didn't make too much noise about such things, it boded well for the experience being pleasant and profitable, in various senses of the word.  The quieter males she'd "had" as "clients" usually tended to be fun little encounters... the shy guys were easier to please with less effort, and sometimes actually<span style="font-style: italic">earned</span>the extra effort, just because she liked them.  But gals... well, that was a new concept entirely.  Then again, though, Shari seemed like she would be more man-like than Time here, who was smiling at her, oblivious to the messages Santi and Shari had exchanged with their eyes.<br/><br/>Santi swallowed down the rest of her coffee --- luckily it wasn't too hot --- and also stood up.  She almost dropped the stolen purse, having forgotten the thing was there in her lap, but she caught it in time and smiled at Tim with some embarrassment about it.  She turned and headed for the Ladies' room herself, dropping her empty cup into the garbage on the way by.  she gave Tim a quick glance as she stepped through the doors into the relative seclusion the place provided... wondering whether Shari would broach the subject first or not.