Something in that sigh jabbed Cooper under his ribs. His face scrunched for an instant in an expression of mingled sympathy and vicarious affrontment, and he reached across the table to give Sarah's wrist a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>"Nobody who talked to you for a minute could think that," he said. "Not that those types talk to anybody. I figure being a jerk is a sort of job requirement to work in those places. How can you tell it's a high-class store if they don't make you beg to shop there?"<br/><br/>He chuckled and released Sarah, though unhurriedly. Olives had arrived and he vanished a half dozen in quick succession. "You know what I'd like to see? The port. It's an island, they must have fishermen and trawlers and whatnot. Guess I just like to see how people live on their water, you know?<br/><br/>"So what do you say? After the boutique, the waterfront?"