Stacey just looked at Lucas, unblinking, as he attempted to make a joke. A bad one at that. She waited for a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming from this lips of his, and when he remained silent, Stacey raised on perfectly arched brow.<br/><br/>"Indian burial ground, hmm? Well, isn't that just delightful". Still perched in her seat, Stacey looked from Katalina to Lucas, before glancing at the clock on the wall. Almost 7:40, she had a meeting at 8:00 but luckily her office was across the street. She could often peer out of her 12th floor office window and see the red and white canopy of the small flower shop that was next door to Lucas' coffee shop. Often she would catch hersel hoping to catch a glimpse of the shop owner, but more often than not he was tied up inside or out on an errand. Stacey stood now, and brushed the small crumbs from her pencil skirt before stepping out from behind the table. Clearing her throat, she closed the space between her and Lucas. She withdrew her business card and looked directly into his eyes before saying, "Dry cleaning is on me. Call Luis on 2nd Avenue and tell him to bill it to me. "<br/><br/>"My number," Stacey continued, inching closer to her prey, " is on this card. Please, let me know if I can be of any further assistance." She let her gaze trail down to his boots before snapping back up to those eyes. And with out so much as a word for the young girl who's clothes she was offering to pay to have cleaned, Stacey walked out the door and off to work.