"What can I say, I'm partial to plaid shirts." She was a little dismayed to hear she looked out of place in the city. That meant it wasn't just a feeling she had. She told herself if could not be a bad thing, at least in his mind, because she'd been wearing a plaid shirt when they'd met, and here they were, at the tail end of a near-perfect date.

She talked while she gathered the sugar bowl and a container of half and half from the refrigerator. "Given what I do I don't really have a choice but to be up all night and then sleep most of the day. Coffee keeps me going by around 3 am." The amount of coffee she consumed on a daily basis was probably bordering upon unhealthy but she didn't worry about it.