<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Lottie Anderson with Cliff Harris, growing a sneaking suspicion</em></span></span><br/><br/>"Seems like forever," she chuckled and nibbled on her toast. His sandwich did look good, sort of, but she couldn't stand roast beef. With a little frown, she sipped her cola and then smiled at him. "You didn't need to pay for me, I have a tab. But it was sweet. Thank you." She knowingly ignored his question for the most part and was now beginning to suspect where his mind was. For most girls this was an innocent question to answer, but Lottie had heard it too many times, and found out the reason behind it too many times, to buy it. He was fishing for a previous job.<br/><br/>She tilted her head, pouted her full lips a little in thought and examined his features. Which one had he gone to? Maybe Nurse Strangelove? Or Easy Ride... Those were popular. Her foot dangled idly under the table, legs crossed sensibly of course, and her finger twirled around a stray curl that danced by her cheekbone. "So... What do you like doing when you're not wearing that white coat?" She smiled sweetly but as always her eyes twinkled with something mischievous and inviting.