As Cara's face comes up for air from her Sunday special brunch menu, she catches sight of Jen, her little blonde ponytail lively swinging from side to side as she hurries out of the kitchen and right up to serve the way too happy-looking little family in table seven.
Her gaze turns into a straight up leer when the new waitress turns on her heels to head back to get the rest of the table's order, still steaming away on the counter. Cara can now appreciate how the laws of physics operate on Jen's power running figure, face on. Mostly the bouncing bits.
- Hey, Jen - Cara offers as a greeting as the waitress pass their table - How's tricks?
A clearly overwhelmed Jen barely looks at her when she replies with a playful rolling of the greenest eyes this side of the Celadon.
- Buried - she smiles with the corner of her mouth as her side quickly brushed against Cara, not slowing down her power walk to the back of the diner. Cara, still sitting in the booth, has the audacity of conspicously following the dainty blonde with her eyes. Head and upper body turn included.
That does it.
- Seriously, could you be any more obvious? - the dark-haired middle-aged woman sitting opposite to Cara on the booth whispers, leening towards her.
Sarah's voice takes her out of her trance.
- What? A little harmless flirtting never hurt anyone - she protests.
- Oh, please. Even so, you could be her mother.
Cara's eyebrows shoots up into her hairline.
- What's the matter, baby? You jealous? - she teases, with that daring crooked smile of hers.
Shit. Admitting to jealousy in a public place: Sarah's another five points down.